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Asshole

14 Saturday Nov 2015

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The Asshole lives on Park Avenue

In a Penthouse overlooking Central Park

He wears designer clothes and

drinks Makers Mark

He lives so high up

He can almost touch the Stars

He owns lots of fancy cars

He sits on an Italian settee admiring the view

He only thinks about himself

He would never think about you

He gets a servant to run him a Bath

He lays there washing his troubles away

What troubles? he has never worked a day

in his life

The heaviest thing that he has lifted is a butter knife

Besides the Servant he also employs a Chaffeur  a Chef

and a Maid

They are all overworked and underpaid

The Maid is the Assholes favourite

He sometimes demands some favours

He gets her naked and tastes her many flavours

The Asshole knows that she doesn’t like it

But he is the master and she is the slave

So she keeps her Mouth shut and behaves

He has no time for other peoples wants and

feelings

They all live in the Basement

While he lives on the ceiling

Today is Tuesday the day he gets a manicure

He will have to mingle with the common people

they can be such a bore

The Asshole tells his Chaffeur Maurice to bring the

Daimler to the front door

He slides in and looks straight ahead

So that he can ignore the poor

They arrive downtown and Maurice scampers around

like a good Chaffeur should

He opens the car door

then stands there like a lump of wood

The Asshole doesn’t even acknowledge Maurice as he

steps out into the crowd

Why don’t people get out of his way

for crying out loud

Don’t they know who he is?

Cant they see that he is important?

His business is more urgent then theirs

And those crazy people peddling their wares

Arriving at the Manicurist the Asshole he wipes

down the seat

You never know what Germs other people carry

around

He gets his manicure without making a sound

He has no time for small talk and hearing about

other peoples troubles and woes

He just pays his money and gets up and goes

The Asshole gets outside and he is confronted by

a Gulf War Veteran holding up a sign ‘Can you spare

a buck for a Vet down on his luck?’

The Asshole replies with  ‘What the fuck? Get away from

me you worthless piece of shit I can smell you from here’

‘Go and have a wash and buy some decent clothes’

You beggars get right up my Nose’

The Veteran is stunned and his Eyes fill with tears

He just sits there watching the Asshole walk away

He has given his nation great service for many years

This Asshole will have his day

The Vet gets to his Feet with a determined look on his face

And he starts to follow the Asshole but he makes sure that

he isn’t seen

The Asshole has no idea who is on his case

Cause this Vet is a killing machine

His speciality was getting behind enemy lines to cut

off communications

Knives Garrottes he would use anything to achieve a

silent kill

Some of his methods aren’t sanctioned by the United

Nations

But he did what he did

And good old Uncle Sam paid all the bill

He notices the Asshole climb into the back seat of a big

fancy Car

Then he memorises the licence

Then he heads off to his favourite Bar

To meet his contact retired Detective De Latte

But first he takes the Assholes advice and he heads to

his Hostel room

For a change of clothes and a shower

Then it is time to meet a Det down on his luck

He used to hold a position of power

Now he lives at the bottom of a bottle

and doesn’t give a fuck

And sure enough even though it is only 10am the

Detective is sitting on his favourite stool

A glass of Whiskey grasped tightly in his Hand

This Detective was once nobodies fool

Now he is just a shadow of a Man

The Vet asks the Detective to run the Assholes plate

He needs the Assholes name and address

And he needs it straightaway

Cause this disrespectful Asshole has a big price to pay

The Assholes name is Marc Andrew Colhuon

Of Colhoun Gas & Oil

The Assholes life is now like a bowl of Milk left on the

bench

It is about to spoil

The Vet remembers his time in the Gulf War

Where he found what a pair of Pliers are best used for

Extracting Fingernails Toenails or snipping off the tip of

the Tongue

Tied to a Chair those prisoners died forever young

Maybe that is what this Asshole deserves

Some pain and sorrow

A Knife in the Guts a Bullet in the Kneecap

For him there are no more tomorrows

He will take his final nap

But that would be too quick

He wants this Asshole to suffer for years and years

The way that he talks to people

Is enough to make you sick

It is time that he wept ‘where did the money go’ tears

But first he has to get the Assholes hired help out of

the way

So he gets his favourite Detective to tell the Chaffeur

Chef and Maid that they have two months off on full pay

It is finally fucking time that this Asshole paid

So at 3am the Vet breaks into the Assholes Apartment

And he steals the Assholes tablet and laptop

In the morning the Asshole will wonder where his devices went

And the Vet is sure the Asshole wont be calling any Cop

At 9am the Asshole finally rolls out of bed

He doesn’t work he lives off his families wealth and money

He goes to the Bathroom scratching his head

He is glad he lives in the land of Milk and Honey

He calls out to the Maid that he is waiting for his cup of Cappucino

But there is no answer coming from the Kitchen

He runs around the Apartment like a demented Al Pacino

He cant believe the Maid has taken a day off

He screams moaning and bitching

And where is the Chef? He should be preparing the meals

He is tired of waiting so he calls to Maurice to bring the Car

around

But there is no answer

Where is everybody? Is this for real?

The Asshole doesn’t know what to do

He owns a Daimler but he cant drive

He cant function without people attending to his needs

But first he needs some Caffiene to stay alive

Then he will go home and call the hand that feeds

After his Coffee fix the Asshole arrives back home

Then he notices the empty space where his tablet and

laptop should be

He feels like a Dog who has lost his Bone

Dear God why me? why me?

The Vet has been busy

He has recruited a Computer and Financial expert to

examine all of the Assholes Bank and Credit Card Accounts

And then like a Pea they are frozen

The Vet would sure like to see the look on the Assholes face

when he realises that he is no longer one of the chosen

Then the Vet decides that frozen is not enough

He wants the Assholes Accounts thawed out and completely

emptied except for one dollar

Lets see if the Asshole can get down and tough

Or just a little under the collar

Then he recruits a digital photo enhancer

He can place a head on any body recreate any scene

So he puts the Assholes face on a pedophiles body

Having sex with an underage Boy

That should take the smile off the Assholes face

And bring an end to his joy

The photo is downloaded to the Assholes mobile phone

With instructions ‘Don’t call the Police or Daddy or this photo

will see the light of day’

Now lets see what the Asshole has to do or say

At that moment the Asshole is sitting on a park bench

wondering why is his life unravelling?

Then his Mobile vibrates in his pocket

He answers and sees the photo and instructions

His Eyes nearly pop out of their sockets

Surely that is not him? It must be a lookalike an imposter

The Asshole knows that he has never had Sex with a

minor

He knows that he isn’t the best person

But he isn’t a perverted monster

He needs a Beer to help calm his nerves

So he goes to the nearest Bar and orders a Millers Lite

Whoever is fucking with him can go fly a Kite

After a dozen Beers he the Asshole goes to pay the tab

But his Credit card is denied

If the Asshole had a Heart he would of cried

Lucky he has enough money in his pocket to pay for

the Beers

The Asshole is down but he will not cry any tears

It is still light when he hoes outside trying to figure out

what to do

He knows that the instructions said not to go to the Police

or Daddy

And right now he is deep in the poo

Right where an Asshole should be

So he arrives at Daddies place unannounced

Daddy opens the door with a look of horror on his face

The Assholes Heart starts to skip and bounce

Daddy just says ‘Get the fuck away from this place’

The Asshole is dumbfounded as he hears Daddies cruel

words

Then Daddy holds up his phone and the Asshole can see

that nasty picture

Daddy tells him that he is not to come  around no more

He has put a dark stain on the families name

The Asshole hangs his Head he has reached the end of

the game

He storms off and walks back to his Apartment

A two mile walk

Arriving at his address he is greeted by the Doorman

Who tells him that he no longer has access to his

residence

His Daddy has revoked the Lease

The Asshole is now Homeless Penniless and Hopeless

The Asshole wanders around in a daze surely this cant be

happening

But it is and it is for real

Now the Asshole has no choice but to Beg Borrow or Steal

Six Months later in a homeless shelter

The Asshole is drinking his watery Soup

Every part of his Body is starting to sag and droop

His mind has snapped he is starting to have delusions

Maybe by this time tomorrow it will all be just an illusion

The Vet is pleaded with himself he has brought the Asshole

to his Knees

He would never forgive him even if he said pretty please

A few harsh words that is all that the Asshole said

Now there is a big empty space deep inside his Head

In the shelter a transformation is taking place

The Asshole is literally turning into an Asshole

He is starting to nestle in between the cheeks even as we

speak

Now he lives where the Sun don’t shine

He was never a friend of yours

And he sure as fuck isn’t no friend of mine

So go ahead Asshole and do what an Asshole does

Just pucker

You Goddamn Motherfucking piece of shit Motherfucker.

THE END.

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I Had A Sigh Today

11 Wednesday Nov 2015

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I had a sigh today

How can people be so cruel

The smart people are underlings

While the stupid people rule

Whether at the workplace

Or at all levels of Government

The cream rises to the top

Then it starts to curdle

While everyday people are forever

jumping hurdles

All of the stupid people have their snouts

in the trough enough is enough

Bleeding the system dry

My sigh just turned into a cry

I had a sigh today

Watching the News on TV

The stupid peoples Eyes are open

but they just don’t see

All they think about is me me me

Not what can I do for you?

The stupid people and their self indulgent

narrow minded view

The rich people have more Money in their

Bank Accounts

While the poor have no food on their plates

The rich people have no worries

Their cheques want bounce

While the poor peoples fears and worries escalate

But not all of the rich people are bad

Gates and Buffett are a testament to that

They give away a lot of their money

But the fat Cats are still fat

While slim Jim is getting slimmer

The tension builds and simmers

I had a sigh today

Thinking about global warming

El Nino and all of the other nasty weather systems

Where has the Blue sky gone?

The clouds gather dark and storming

The weather man sings another rain filled song

I have to stop writing the lights just went on the

blink

The system is in overload

Maybe it is time to stop and think

Why do we still walk the well worn lonesome

road?

I am still sighing

I am still crying

The Earth is Dying

So why are we still multiplying?

Do we ever learn?

Humans are supposed to be the smartest of all

the Animals

But we are nothing but self serving Cannibals

I had a sigh today

Humans  have over fished all of the Earths Rivers

and Oceans

Every Animal on Earth is losing their habitat due to

Human greed

We experiment on Monkeys to develop Cosmetics

and skin lotions

We all have our hands in the Cookie jar

But we always take more then we need

I had a sigh today

The Rainforests are disappearing at an

alarming rate

So that we can build Houses and have wood chips

for the garden beds

Come on people use your Heads

All of the Animal should be roaming wild and free

But instead we carve them up to fill our obese guts

The slaughter should stop now

no ifs or buts

I am still fucking sighing

I am still fucking crying

The Earth is now officially dead

So don’t even bother getting out of bed

just castrate yourself instead.

THE END.

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I Cant Breathe

07 Saturday Nov 2015

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I wake up with what feels like an Elephant sitting on

my chest

The pain is relentless I haven’t had any rest

I stand at the Toilet my Heart is racing and my stream

wont flow

My life has hit the skids

It is at an all time low

Just don’t squeeze cause I cant breathe

Sitting at the Kitchen table the Coffee is percolating

I am running late

Am I keeping the World waiting?

But whether I am on time or not the Earth will still revolve

I have this problem that I don’t think I can solve

Has the Earth got an edge cause I want to jump off it

Cause it has reached the stage where I really don’t give

a shit

Just don’t squeeze cause I cant breathe

My Lungs are burning

Smoke and haze choke my airways

I cant breathe

Am I dying?

I cant breathe

Fuck it I am tired of trying

I sit on the Bus all the other passengers are talking

But I am silent

Am I a dead man walking?

Am I invisible?

Have I ever existed?

I am that present that is always re gifted

My ego has taken a hit

My self esteem is in the shit

Just don’t squeeze cause I cant breathe

I am in plain sight

Or am I just smoke and mirrors

Is this life worth the fight?

Or I could just end it with a pair of one armed Scissors

I have a pain inside that just want quit

I am tired of taking a hit after hit after hit

Just don’t squeeze cause I cant breathe

Is there life after death?

Maybe I am about to find out

Will I go quietly or with a shout?

Who will greet me?

The good Angel or the bad Angel from Hell

I can hear the sound of my final mournful Bell

My solution came in the shape of a Bullet from a Gun

Maybe now that I am dead I can finally have some fun

You can stop squeezing

Cause I have stopped breathing

So I have finally died

Now I just float around in space

Is that a smile or a frown on my face?

Some will say that I died too early

Some will say that I died too late

I couldn’t care less what people think

People are a bunch of Arseholes

At least I was the Captain of my own fate

People will come to my Funeral just to make sure that

I am gone

I lay in my Casket

I cant hear my Funeral song

As the mourners leave the Church crying or smiling

The Motherfuckers are all the same

As they get outside into the Sunshine

They have already forgotten my name

I am no longer breathing

Thank fuck for that.

THE END

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Field Of Screams

24 Saturday Oct 2015

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A hand points towards the Sky

It is chalk white the flesh and skin is long gone

It is attached to a body that is still in the ground

Through wind rain and erosion

The hand is once again touched by the Sun

The body has been there for over ten years

Buried in the field of dreams

But soon this Godforsaken place will be renamed

the field of screams

Little Billy Martin is taking his Dog Boomerang

for a walk

When they come upon a green field Boomerang

gets all excited

And he runs off barking and yapping

Billy chases after Boomerang because it is getting close to

dinner time

And tonight Mama is cooking his favourite Lasagne

Billy spots Boomerang digging around in the corner of

the field

As he gets closer he notices that Boomerang has something

in his mouth

Boomerang is proud of his discovery and he drops it at Billys

feet

Billy has one look and lets out a shriek and he takes off running

faster then he has ever run before

Boomerang trots behind him wagging his tail

What Boomerang dug up is laying on the ground

A Human skull with one distinctive feature

Its mouth is frozen in a permanent silent scream

Det Rick Fontana

is watching the County Medical Examiner Eartha

Campbell as she slowly unearths the rest of the body

Fontana is a twenty year veteran at the NYPD

And he has investigated over three hundred murders

He has a good track record with over 90% of those

cases solved

But this one looks intriguing

One last case before he retires

The Medical Examiner gets his attention telling him that

she will have the results of the autopsy as soon as she can

Det Fontana is a lot like that TV  Detective

He might look dishevelled and like he hasn’t slept for a week

But his record speaks for itself

He watches the M.E van as it drives away

Something tells him that this body is only scratching the

surface

His offsider Sgt Pulinski and a few uniforms are walking the scene

looking for clues

A discarded Cigarette butt anything useful

But after ten years the DNA will be degraded

The scene is cordoned off and the Cavader Dogs are called in

Fontana has a sinking feeling in his chest

He knows the Dogs will find more bodies

And he isn’t wrong

Twenty six more bodies are discovered that day in the field

The field of screams

The Medical Examiner gets help from nearby precincts to help

process the corpses

And two weeks later all of the bodies have been autopsied

The M.E and Fontana hold a press conference

Fontana tells the press that everything will be done to catch

this serial killer

That no stone will be left unturned

Every cliché is used to keep the press quite

But pretty soon it will be a quite riot

In a run down apartment in the seedier part of town

A weasel of a man  sits on his lounge watching the Evening

News

So they have finally found my bodies

He strokes himself as the News reader reads the auto cue

Her blond hair and lips move at the same time

Twenty seven bodies have been found in Evans field

A killer is on the loose

More after this commercial break

Eartha Campbell the M.E has been holding something back

It is for Detective Fontanas ears only

It seems that all of the victims had been skinned alive

Going by the cuts on the bones and the grimaces on their

faces

They were still breathing as the skin was flayed from their bodies

Heaven knows the pain and suffering they were put through

The killer leaves his Apartment he is a man on a mission

It has been six months since he last used his knife

He has a need that will only go away when he ends a life

He drives around looking for a runaway or hitch hiker

Somebody who wont be missed for a while

Then he notices a likely looking target standing on the

corner

She has her thumb out looking for a ride

Jesus he thinks don’t these people ever learn

There are bad people out there

And I am the baddest of the bad

The killer pulls his van to the curb and asks the young lady

in which direction is she headed

The answer is Rochester

She gives the killer a smile hoping he is going in her direction

He smiles back telling her to climb in and get comfortable

Then he drives her off to oblivion

The killers van has had a bit of work done to it

In the back the interior has been stripped bare

So after the deed has been done he can just wash the Blood

away

And so no DNA evidence will remain

And hose out the van he does

The girl from Rochester couldn’t fight one on one with a man

with a knife

He skinned her alive in the back of the van

She finally dies with a scream all over her face

Now the killer has to find a new burial site

The field of screams is now out of bounds

But then the killer thinks again

That field is his field so the Cops can go fuck themselves

He drives the van to the edge of the field of screams

Checking out the situation

Two Cops sit in a patrol car talking about Basketball eating

Donuts drinking Coffee just shooting the breeze

The killer reaches in to the glove box and pulls out a 38 special

He slowly makes his way under the cover of darkness to the

Police car

He gets close to the passenger side window and BANG BANG

Both Cops are dead before they even know they have been shot

The killer returns to his van and drags the girl from Rochester

to his field

And using the spotlights that light up the crime scene he positions

the girl so that her skinless body glistens under the glare

The killer drives satisfied with a job well done

And he arrives home with his needs sated

Det Fontana is awoken at 3am by dispatch informing him of

the shooting at the field

Two Policemen are down

Fontana calls Pulinski and they both arrive at the scene at the

same time

The bodies of the two Officers are still slumped in their seats

And the girl from Rochester is being examined by the M.E

Now the perp is a Cop killer

And Det Fontana makes a vow with himself not to retire until

this killer is caught

And this vow will be kept

The killer lies low for two weeks and then the urge hits him hard

So he jumps into his van and slowly he cruises the downtown

district

Looking for a thrill looking for a kill

And he spots a likely victim sitting at a Bus stop

The last Bus left about an hour ago

So this girl is stranded

Only she doesn’t know it yet

He cruises the van to a stop then gets out to tell the girl

that the last Bus is long gone

The girl looks like she is about to cry

The killer offers to drive her home

She starts to accept the offer but then her sixth sense

kicks in and she starts to back up

The killers urge is out of control and he goes to grab

the girl by the arm

The girl starts screaming and she scratches deep furrows

down his face

Then she is free and she takes off at a sprint

The killer is furious and he races back to his van

Hoping to catch the girl and teach her a lesson with his knife

But the girl is long gone

With Blood streaming down his face the killer is crestfallen

as he drives home

The girl runs and runs until she gets home

She tells her parents that she was almost abducted by a man in

a white van

But she has scratched his face real good

Her parents call the Police who arrive shortly after to get a

statement

After talking to the girl and hearing of the scatching

The Police put plastic baggies over the girls hands to

preserve any DNA evidence

At the Police Precinct the girls finger nails are scraped

and hopefully a match will be found

Det Fontana is walking down the corridor when the DNA

Technician tells him of the find

Maybe there isn’t a link to the field of screams murders

But maybe there is

So Det Fontana holds another press conference telling

the public to be on the look out for a man in his twenties

who drives a white van

Plus he will be sporting deep scratches down his face

Unfortunately for the killer he was too drunk so he missed

the late night news

So he went to work the next morning at the Post Office

One of his co workers asks him about the scratches

And the killer tells that he was taking the trash out last night

and was attacked by a large Raccoon

His co worker doesn’t buy his story so she goes to her locker

and calls the Police hot line and tells them about the scratch

marks

And that her co worker also drives a white van

The killer watches the news in his lunch break

And he sees his scratched up face on the screen

Something explodes in his head and he jumps to his feet

wielding his knife

He slashes at his co workers killing two and injuring a third

Then he reaches Julie the one who phoned the Police

He knows she is the one

So he stabs her twice races to the car park jumps in his van

not really knowing where to go

Fontana and Pulinski arrive at the Post Office and are almost

broadsided by a white van fleeing the scene

The Killer knows what he has to do and he drives like a Bat out

of Hell heading towards the field of screams

He arrives with Fontana and Pulinski hot on his tail

He drives to the middle of the field and is surrounded by about

twenty Police Officers

Det Fontana informs him of his rights

But the killer isn’t listening he is at his favourite place

The field of screams

So he looks Fontana right in the eye

He brings his knife up to his own throat and he opens it up

from ear to ear

The killer is dead

He died in his field

His Blood is dripping into the dirt

Mingling with the Blood of all the people that he hurt.

THE END

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Excess Express

11 Sunday Oct 2015

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The Train has left the station and it is never coming back

It makes the same sound as any other Train as it travels

down the track

But this Train is different it doesn’t care if you are an

everyday person

Or a famous person full of fame and success

This Train is the excess express

First on board is a Platinum Blonde named Norma

Jean Baker

She rides the Train to wherever it will take her

She once sang for a President who was celebrating

a Birthday

The President likes her nice and close but at the same

time he wishes that she would go away

Norma Jean also goes by the name of Marilyn Monroe

Who found her fame as a movie actress

But she couldn’t deal with all the  success

That is why she is riding this one way ticket Train

She took a shitload of pills to deal with her pain

Next on board is Brain Jones an original Rolling

Stone

Who wasn’t adverse to smoking the odd joint or cone

He played the Tamborine and the Rhythm Guitar

People were saying this guy is gonna go far

With his blonde hair and good looks he thought he

should be the leader of the band

But Jagger and Richards were the ones holding the

winning hand

After all they were writing all of the songs

So Brain Jones withdrew into himself drinking and smoking

bongs

Brain liked to hold a lot of parties and drink a lot of Alcohol

And he snorted way too much Coke

He might be kind of famous but he is just ordinary folk

At his last party he went for a swim in his pool

But Brain Jones broke the number one golden rule

You never swim while under the influence of illegal

substances

Or you will become the victim of the circumstances

Walking down the Platform just about to board is Janis

Joplin and Jimi Hendrix

Both burst onto the scene about 1966

Janis sang Rock and the Blues better then any white girl

could

While Jimi played Electric Guitar better then any Black

man could

But Janis didn’t like the way that she looked

People called her an ugly Duckling or a Pig

So she started to get drunk before and after every gig

Jimi liked the way that he played but he didn’t like the

way that he sang

He didn’t think that he had the Chops

He was doing stuff that he shoudnt be doing getting in

trouble with the Cops

They both had an addiction to the needle and the spoon

On a ride to the dark side of the Moon

Jimi went first and Janis about a year later

They had low self esteem and were self haters

They both thought that they could play with Fire and not

get a blister

Now they are gone but not forgotten Brother and Sister

The Excess Express is rumbling down the track

You better hope that it just slows down but doesn’t stop

Or just put your Head in the slot and wait for the Guillotine

to drop

In 1977 Elvis Presley was bloated and fat  from substance abuse

and over eating

His overindulgence is going to take some beating

The King surrounded himself with people who couldn’t tell him no

So Elvis kept on doing the bad things doing all the bad stuff

He never knew when enough was enough

So Elvis sat down and he ate his last meal with some uppers

and downers for Dessert

He would just eat and eat until it hurt

After eating and indulging in drugs he needed to visit the

Bathroom

So he had a seat and his Heart skipped a beat

And then it stopped beating forever

The King is dead

Elvis has left the building

And he is never coming back

Two comedians John candy and John Belulshi

go a business trip together but they don’t go by Plane

They decide to travel by Train

Are they freaking insane?

They say that all Comedians have a darker half

They don’t walk down the Yellow Brick Road

They walk a rocky troubled path

Well these two were shovelling more Snow then a New

York resident

They were in more trouble then the before mentioned

President

But the spotlight and the attention was more then they could

take

They take to many drugs that they want just buckle they will

break

And break they did they weren’t beautifully broken they were

broken in an ugly way

They are broken bad and they will stay that way

John and John went on a bender

They inhale more drugs then customs has ever detected

And they have smoked more drugs then John Wet has ever

rejected

Even though they died in different years John and John cried

the same tears

They died in different cities but they both died alone

In a Motel room a long way from home

The Excess Express isn’t trying to impress anybody

It just deals with the facts

It goes back and forth up and down the tracks

Picking up lonely lost Souls who died before their time

They were blinded by fame and ignored the warning signs

River Phenoix went to the Viper Room but he didn’t see a Snake

Like all of the others before him he made the same mistakes

He took more drugs then his body could handle

River was burning both ends of the candle

The wick is burning and River is covered in Wax

The only good thing about dying is that dead men pay no Tax

The Pheonix has stopped rising

The song has stopped reprising

We have come to Rivers final interlude

He is now shaking hands with Saint Jude

Kurt Cobain was the reluctant leader of Grunge

And all of the bad Juju he soaked up like a sponge

All of the people in the know were saying that Nirvana

were going straight to the top

What they didn’t know was that the Penny was about to drop

Kurt knew that he was a kid playing a big mans game

He didn’t like the spotlight he couldn’t handle the fame

So Kurt picked up a Gun and blew away his Head

And all of a sudden the leader of Grunge was dead

All Kurt wanted to do was play his music without any of

the Business Bullshit

But the fans and the music press wouldn’t give him a moment

of peace

So the Bullet to the Head gave him the release

Keith Moon Heath Ledger Michael Hutchence Whitney Housten

They all died way before their time was up

But they all had one thing in common

They all lived under the glare of the spotlight

And they all died alone

Just because you aren’t famous doesn’t mean that the Excess

Express wont stop at your Station

Because it will

So if you want to dabble in Drugs don’t go overboard cause the Train

will stop

You will climb aboard and fall the long endless drop.

THE END

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Electronic Friend

25 Friday Sep 2015

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I am out and about doing a bit of this and a bit of that

But I am bored out of mind as a matter of fact

I am buying some food

Trying on some clothes

This whole shopping thing gets right up my nose

After about five hours I have no more money to spend

So I head on home to my Electronic Friend

My Electronic Friend is a Playstation number four

I turn it on power it up I cant stand the waiting no more

I cant wait to start playing you no what I am saying

But before I no it it is 2am and today is a work day

Call Of Duty is still playing in my head

As I stagger towards my bed

Three hours later my alarm goes off to the sound of a

Rooster

I make a strong Coffee for a bit of a booster

I jump in my Car and make the long weary drive

I arrive at work tired and weary feeling barely alive

For about Eight hours I try to concentrate

I am really trying

But it is so boring and one by one I can feel my Brain

cells dying

The Clock seems to be going backwards the second hand is going

so slow

But finally it is time to go and I don’t want to be late

Cause I am heading home to my Electronic mate

My Electronic mate is a huge LED TV screen

A sleek lean arse kicking machine

I t plays all of my favourite movies

All of my documentaries and shows

Use the remote to fast forward rewind or press pause

I love my Electronic mate because you know just because

Another working day and I am having so much fun

I am being  sarcastic

I just hope that today goes pretty damn quick

And what do you know it bloody well did

So I say goodbye to my workmate Sal

And o go home to my Electronic pal

My Electronic pal is a Xbox that I haven’t played before

I am going to try to get a really high score

After I set up I grab a drink and settle in my favourite seat

There is a score that I really have to beat

That score was made by my friend Larry Joes

My hands become a blur as they manouver the controls

I am winning I take a strangle hold and I squeeze and

squeeze

And I bring Larry Jones and his score to their knees

It is Saturday morning and I visit my parents and run some

errands then I go and buy some food

I chow on down getting in a really good mood

But all good things must come to an end

And I race home to my Electronic friend

My Electronic friend is a new laptop computer

I start it up and do some Internet exploring

Google Yahoo You Tube is cool never boring

But then I must have hit the wrong button because all

I see is porn again porn again porn again porn porn porn

porn porn

I think my laptop is about to overload

And I think I am about to explode

I switch off the computer and try to catch my breath

I think I have become addicted to everything Electrionic

I know that it is all in my Head but my addiction has become

chronic

To get away from it all I decide to go for a walk

I grab my keys and my mobile phone

A phone that can do everything but talk

I close the front door and I start to unwind

I walk for hours down around the Lake

To keep my mind off all things Electronic I think of my

favourite food which is Cake

I don’t know how much more of this I can stand

I have to toughen up and be a Man

Then something starts to vibrate in my pocket

It is my little battleship rocket

My Mobile phone is Electronic

I just need a little fix

So I find myself a nice secluded spot

And I don’t even think twice

I whip out my Mobile Electronic device.

THE END.

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Magic Carpet Weaver

19 Saturday Sep 2015

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In the Northern part of Iran lives a Carpet weaver

He owns a shop at the edge of a Bazaar

In the back room of this shop is something quite

bizarre

Abdul Abdullah is a fifth generation Carpet weaver

He makes them all by hand with the aid of an ancient

loom

In that dusty spiritulised eerie room

When tourists enter Abdullahs Carpet Eporium

They lose all sense of decorum

Something attracts them

Just like a Moth to a flame

Once inside their lives will never be the same

The façade of Abdullahs is nothing that a good Architect

would design

But it serves its purpose just fine

A lot of tourists just walk right on past

But others cant walk past it is like a spell has been cast

An American tourist with an uneasy smile is walking his final

mile

He doesn’t know it but he has a Blood disease

But deep down he knows that all is not well

Abdul is standing at his front window watching the tourist

Then he asks the tourist to step inside

‘and would you like to go on a Magic Carpet ride?’

The American doesn’t know what to say to this

But he steps over the threshold

And into the realm of the unknown

The American is a long way from home

Once inside the ancient store the American is guided to

a Burgundy Curtain at the back of the room

The space behind echoes with the sound like a sonic

boom

Abdul pulls on the Tassel and the Curtain slowly parts to reveal

an area full of sparks

The air is full of static electricity charges the atmosphere

The American is thinking ‘What in the fuck am I doing here?’

The centre of attention is a Magic Carpet that is hovering about a

foot up from the floor

It measures five foot by ten or more

Blue and Purple with flecks of Yellow

At the sight of it the American starts to feel very mellow

The American walks towards the Carpet and he climbs

onto the magic bunch of threads

Then he starts to feel different visions

Like he has one hundred Heads

Abdul tells him to sit down in the middle of the rug

And then when you are ready just give one of the threads

a little tug

The American closes his eyes and says a little prayer

He feels that he is in an Angels care

So he relaxes and he goes on that Magic Carpet ride

Then he travels to the other side

But he is not there to stay he is there for some treatment

and a remedy

As he flies through another dimension the American

can feel the heat in his Blood and Bone Marrow

The Carpet travels through  the Strait of the Narrows

In a fractured sky the Carpet flew

Into the Black and out of the Blue

The American can feel his Blood beginning to cleanse

He has gone from a cracked vista to a clear lens

Even though the Carpet didn’t actually go anywhere

It didn’t travel to Heaven on a winding stair

It did cure the American

His Blood disease is now a figment of his imagination

He has been back and forth from the dawn of creation

Even though the American has been cured

He isn’t in the clear

Because now he knows a secret a secret that he cant share

He cant whisper it in an Ear anytime or anywhere

But being an American he cant keep his Mouth closed

There was no need for water boarding or a rubber hose

The American talked and he talked loudly

There is no need for a Microphone

He wants to tell the whole world

Not just one person at a time

So the American calls a press conference

But when he starts to talk he is struck mute

The Magic Carpet Weaver has played a Magic Flute

The secret has been kept for over ten thousand years

Through sweat and Blood and a Million tears

The American is now silent and suspended up in space

He has no name and he has no face

Abdul Abdullah is feeling mighty pleased with himself

He has kept the secret with a bit of magic and a little stealth

But Abdul has noticed that a few journalists are still snooping

around

So he decides that it is time to go to ground

So for about a year Abdul goes about his business just selling

Carpets and Rugs to the locals and the tourists

He keeps a low profile waiting for the unwanted attention to die

down

Behind the Curtain the Magic Carpet is still giving off sparks from its

Magic threads

It needs some action

It is going stir crazy it is going off its head

The trouble is if you keep a Magic Carpet idle you are in for a whole

lot of trouble

It will wrap itself around you till you start seeing doule

But trouble is averted Abdul decides that the time is right for a

relaunching

So he gives the Magic Carpet a bit of a spring clean

Then on a quite Tuesday afternoon Abdul puts his thoughts and

Brainwaves out there just like Honey to a Bear

He wants to attract someone willing to take a dare

And that someone walks straight up to Abduls front door

She doesn’t know why she is here

But through the mist of a painful tear she saw the Carpet store

and she knows this is where she has to be

She has cried enough tears to fill the Mississippi

She knows that something is eating her inside

She can feel it in her Bones

She knows that she is not looking her best

If only she could sit down and have a rest

I should stop calling her she because she has a moniker

And no it isn’t Monica

Her name is Rachel and she comes from France

Rachel knows that this is her last chance

The Doctors have told her that she has only six months

to live

Cancer takes it doesn’t give

As Rachel gets closer Abdul whispers to the wind

And the sound reaches Rachels middle Ear

Maybe a cure is finally here

Rachel takes a step inside Abduls place

And a look of hope lights her face

She has nothing to lose but plenty to gain

She is about to ride the Magic Carpet Train

Abdul guides Rachel to the Curtain

Behind it is the cure to her hurting

The Magic Carpet is getting frisky it has been confined for to

long

Will it sing a happy or a sad song?

Rachel cant believe when she sees a Carpet hovering above the

Earth

Is it time for a death or a rebirth?

Abdul tells Rachel to climb on up to close her eyes

She is about to fly through a Crimson Sky

Rachel closes her Eyes and she dares to dream of a cure

She feels like a little Girl once more all innocent and pure

As  the Magic Carpet flies between the Mountains and the

Valleys

From the Skyscrapers to the Bowling alleys

Rachel feels like her body is inside a washing machine

But she can feel herself becoming nice and clean

Her Cells and Molecules are becoming free from the Disease

The Magic Carpet is friendly and eager to please

Rachel has gone from a body riddled with Cancer

To a smiling nimble smooth dancer

At Abduls Rachel has returned from her Magic Carpet ride

She is cured and feeling free and easy

Her Blood is flowing nice and smooth non greasy

Rachel steps off the Carpet  and she is thankful for the ride

Because she is now playing for the Cancer free winning side

The Magic Carpet is back behind the Curtain

And it isn’t an Iron Curtain

It is a Carpet for the sick and the needy

And the Carpet turns its back on the rude and the greedy

It hasn’t got time for people who treat other people wrong

You can sing all you want

But you have to sing the right song

Abdul the Carpet Weaver is satisfied

The Magic Carpet is performing better then he expected

Abdul is waiting for the next Carpet rider  he waits as he weaves

and weaves

He hasn’t got anything up his sleeves

All you have to do is believe.

THE END.

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Bucky The Beaver

14 Monday Sep 2015

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This is a story about Bucky the Beaver

Who lives in a dam  in North America near the

Canadian border

Bucky is a bit delusional

Cause he thinks he looks a lot like Justin Beiber

But with his two huge front teeth

He looks more like a water loving Wombat

Or an overgrown Dam building Rat

Buckys problem has always been his Teeth

He is always chewing and gnawing

but his Teeth continue to grow

Bucky is normally calm and just goes with the flow

But his Teeth are a real problem they are getting

him down

Bucky has come to realise that he has to make his

way into town

So Bucky stands on the side of the road with his

Thumb out

But out in the wilderness there aren’t that many Cars

about

About an hour later a Pontiac pulls over and the driver

offers Bucky a ride

But doesn’t know whether to take the ride or run and hide

Cause the radio is blaring way too loud

But he gets in the front seat and tells the driver to take

him to the nearest town

And can you turn that music down?

The driver turns down the radio and then she gives Bucky

the once over

‘Man you are one ugly Mammal with your greasy fur’

‘And you are showing way too much enamel’

Bucky thinks Mammal you might as well call me a freaking Camel’

Bucky is feeling down and his Head hits the ground

He cant that the driver was so Goddamn rude

Another Human with a bad attitude

Bucky tells the driver to stop and he slams the door as he climbs out

He crosses the road with tears welling in his Eyes

He goes to a puddle to see his reflection

It takes him a while to form the connection

His two front Teeth are now four inches in length

His Knees buckle God give me strength

If Buckys Teeth don’t stop growing he wont be able to eat

He needs a solution and he needs it quick

Or Bucky is going to get mighty sick

But first off Bucky needs some water he is starting to dry out

With a swim and a frolic Bucky gets in a better mood

But what he really needs is some food

But Buckys Teeth are getting longer even as we speak

Even longer then a Sabre Tooth Tiger at its peak

It isn’t funny anymore Bucky is in a bad place

With those two huge Cuspids spread all over his face

As Bucky is having a wash he notices that he is wahing

in a River maybe he can swim down stream and get some help

He can survive on good wishes and a mouthful of Kelp

So Bucky does the backstroke he doesn’t even know where he is

going

He just drifts with the current into the unknown

Then he lands in the Puget sound

As Bucky hits the shore he shakes himself off like a Dog

He feels like a furry tailed thumping Frog

Then he sees the bright lights of a town or a city

His high hopes get a bit of a lift

Maybe he can find a well wisher bearing a gift

Arriving in town Bucky comes to a Butcher shop

Maybe the Butcher can use a meat cleaver to give his

Teeth the chop

Walking inside Bucky sees a Butcher with a meat cleaver

and an apron full of Blood and gore

At the sight of the Blood Buckys Eyes roll back

And he lands with a thud on the floor

But seeing that Beavers only stand one foot tall

The fall wasn’t a big one

Bucky was more embaressed then hurt

Bucky gets to his feet and brushes off the dirt

Then he scampered to the door

He want be going back there no more

Bucky crosses the road and there is a sign that said

‘Mechanic on duty’

Maybe the Mechanic can put his Teeth in a vice and use

a hack saw

And cut his teeth down to size

But then again maybe that wouldn’t be so wise

So Bucky keeps on walking looking for another solution

for his toothy problem

For his two front Teeth are now 9 inches long

Buckys Stomach starts to rumble

He needs to eat and he needs to eat now

He would even eat the hoof off a Cow

Once again Bucky is walking and this time he comes to

the door of the local Chinese

After reading the menu he orders a bowl of soup and a straw

Because of his Teeth Bucky cant chew no more

With a slurp and a burp Bucky finishes off his lunch

Then he goes to pay the bill the Chinese Waitress at the

register looks Bucky in the Eye ‘You are one ugly Mammal

why don’t you get your teeth fixed?’

‘You should go to Dr Wu’ Who? ‘No Wu he is the best Dentist

in town

He is also the only Dentist in town

Bucky hasn’t got a choice and he waddles towards the Dentist

door His Teeth are now so long they almost hit the floor

He walks inside the Dentist office and the Receptionist gives

him a startled look ;Man you are one ugly’ she doesn’t get to

finish before Bucky screams out’ I  am not a Mammal I am a Beaver’

The Dentist door flies open and Dr Wu comes running out to see

what all the noise is about

He has one look at Bucky and ushers him inside

Bucky sits in the Dentist chair and he starts to relax

But then he sees the size of the Needle

And he lets out a silent scream that can only be heard by Dogs

And he wishes that he was home gnawing on some logs

Dr Wu places the gas mask over Buckys face

And soon Bucky is sleeping like a Baby

Then Dr Wu starts sawing and filing while his Assistant sucks

up the drool

Then the good Doctor does some buffing with a noisy tool

After the buff and polish Bucky wakes up from his snooze

Will the result be good or bad news?

The Doctor hands Bucky a mirror and Bucky cant believe

his Eyes

His Teeth are shiny and sparkling and back to normal size

Bucky is now back home building a Dam in his favourite pond

He has a full Stomach and he is chewing and gnawing on his

favourite cuts of wood

Bucky with his new pearly white Colgate smile

He is now back home for good.

THE END.

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Hamish The Amish

29 Saturday Aug 2015

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Hamish Spencer has got a dilemma

It is 2015

But he lives in the year 1859

You see Hamish is Amish

And they shun the modern ways

They like to live in the dark ages

But to Hamish it is not dark at all

He wants to see the light

He has the right

Hamish lives in Lancaster County Pennsylvania

He gets around the streets in a Horse and Buggy

And he would do anything to have the chance to drive

a Car

There is no electricity at home

His Mother with a wood fuelled stove

His Father owns no power tools

Everything is done by hand

Sitting at home one night Hamish lays in his bed

dreaming about the outside world

He is reading with the aid of a Candle

It flickers and stirs up his imagination

He finally falls to sleep

But his mind is still wide open

Hamish is Sixteen and his dreams leave him frustrated

and sticky

Don’t get me wrong Hamish loves the Amish ways

But he also dreams about a life outside the Church

Hamish is a Male and his Hormones are flowing

His get up and go is getting up and going

Another day of home schooling and living his life in

the past

History is all well and good but you have to live your

life in the here and now

One day Hamish and his Father ride the Buggy into town

to pick up some supplies

After loading up the Buggy with bags of flour sugar salt

and a whole lot more

His Father tells him that he has some business to attend to

and that it will take him about an hour

Hamish feels self conscience sitting in the Buggy wearing

his white shirt Black pants with suspenders

Amish hair cut and Hat

He sees a group of teenagers approaching and he tries to

disappear but no such luck

They stop and they ask him about the Horse and does it

have a name?

He tells them that it is a working Horse and it hasn’t got a name

Hamish starts to relax as the teenagers talk and ask questions

Billy is Eighteen and the other males are Ethan and Mike and

they are both Sixteen

The Three Females are all Sixteen and their names are Sally

Anne and Bronwyn

Hamish and see that his Father is returning and he tells them

that they should go as his Father  doesn’t like him talking to

the townfolk

Sally tells him that they are going to the Drive In on Saturday

night and does he want to go?

Hamish feels his Heart racing but he nods his Head

Sally tells him that they will pick him up at Eight at the corner

of Old Farmers Road

They all say goodbye and Hamish can see that his Father has

seen him talking

His Father Abraham without saying a word clips Hamish behind

the Ear and tells him to stay away from the locals as they will lead

you astray

Hamish tells that they only wanted to know the Horses name

His Father just nods his Head and they head for home

But all Hamish is thinking is ‘What is a Drive In?

Saturday arrives and Hamish is nervous as a Kitten

He tells his Mother that he is going to the Neighbours to visit

some friends

He makes his way to Old Farmers Road and hopes that he isn’t late

Then he sees a Car speeding down the road

And then it skids to a stop

Billy is driving a rusty old Cadillac

But to Hamish it is a brilliant machine

He climbs into the back seat and he sits next to Sally

His skin tingles as their Hips touch

He has never been so close to a girl

He checks out the interior as he says hello to everybody

He cant believe how fast they are going

Everyone is talking at the same time

Then Hamish starts to feel guilty as he thinks about his parents

His Mother will be doing her needlepoint

His Father will be in the Barn making his Furniture

Just then Sally squeezes his thigh and the thoughts of his parents

disappear

They have arrived at the Drive In and Hamish cant believe the size

of the screen

Sallys hand starts to wander and Hamish says the Lords name

But not in the way that he normally does

But the moment is lost when Ethan asks him if he would like a Beer

Hamish has never touched alcohol and he thought that he never

would

But he finds himself reaching for the Beer

He has a little taste he doesn’t like it

But he drinks the Beer to fit in with the others

The Beer goes straight to his Head

But Hamish is relaxed and talks with the others while he watches

his first ever Drive In Movie

He isn’t quite ready to go past first base with Sally

He is still a Virgin

He isn’t quite sure what to do next

Sally squeezes his hand and tells him that it is alright that

there is plenty of time

After the Movie Billy drives towards home

But then he pulls off to the side of the road and Mike and Anne

ask Hamish if he would like to smoke some weed

Again to fit in Hamish has a little drag and then another

He is feeling a little stoned as he climbs out of the Car to walk home

Sally asks him for his mobile phone so that she can send him a text

Hamish explains that because he is Amish he doesn’t own a mobile

phone

They all agree to meet at the same place and time next Saturday night

And then Hamish says goodbye and starts to walk home

He cant believe that he rode in a Car and went to a Drive In

Drank some Beer and smoked some weed

He sneaks in the back door and goes straight to bed

But he cant sleep he is starting to have second thoughts

Again he thinks of his parents and all of the lies that he has been

telling them

Hamish spends the next week doing his chores around the Farm

Milking Cows mending fences just helping his Dad

He has also reshod the Horse with no name

Saturday night is here and Hamish is looking forward to seeing his

new friends again

But when it is time to leave he finds his Mother and Father sitting at

the Kitchen table

He tells them that he is going over to the neighbours again

His Mother gets to her feet and tells Hamish not to lie that they know

that he isn’t going next door

Hamish has been caught in a lie

He tells his Parents that he has made some friends in town and that he

wants to drive a Car and see the outside world

Then without a good bye Hamish leaves the house of his upbringing

Perhaps for the last time

Once again he meets Sally and the others on Old Farmers Road

This time they just go to the local park to hang out and talk and

maybe get a little high

But this time Hamish doesn’t touch the drugs

Sally and him decide to move away from the rest for a little privacy

Just as things are starting to get heavy Hamish starts to think of his parents

and how he has deceived them

Hamish tells Sally that he is going home

He is Amish and he is proud to be Amish

Sally says that she understands and with a kiss they sat goodbye

About an hour later Hamish arrives home and walks through the front

door

His parents are still at the Kitchen table looking worried and fretful

Hamish just walks up to them and gives them a hug and he tells them

that he is home for good

He has had a taste of the outside world and he can wait a while before he has another

So Hamish and his Parents celebrate with Chocolate Cake and a reading of the Bible

Hamish is Amish and he always will be

He is glad that he is home

Never again will he roam

It just goes to show that the Grass is not always Greener on the other side of the

street

It all could be just a clump of weeds

Just stay where you are safe to satisfy your needs.

THE END.

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The Worms

22 Saturday Aug 2015

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Billy Baxter is just five years old

And this is his first day at school

Billy Baxter is a good kid

Billy Baxter is cool

Getting off the School Bus Billy makes his way to his first class

After wandering around finding his way Billy finally finds the

right room

He sits down and straight away he feels something rotten wriggling

around in his bottom

Billy starts squirming on his chair he doesn’t know what to do

His Teacher notices that Billy is looking uncomfortable

and he asks Billy does he need to have a toilet break

Billy nods his Head and he runs out of the classroom

Billy runs as fast as he can but he cant stop the inevitable

He is embarrassed as his Bowels empty

But there isn’t any crap all he can see are about fifty white

Worms each about four inches long

The Worms scatter in all directions and as they move they seem

to be growing

Billy is feeling very weak as he makes his way back to class

But about halfway there all of the classroom doors are flung open

as about three hundred kids  try to reach the toilets

But most of them don’t make it and there is an eruption of the Worms

all over the corridor floor

The kids are all wandering around in bewilderment they don’t know

what is happening

Why are they shitting Worms and where did the Worms come from?

Billy has had enough and he slowly makes his way home

He has to get away from the Worms maybe his Mum has all of the

answers

She will give him some Medicine and all will be well

He shudders as he thinks about the Worms from Hell

Arriving home Billy shouts out to his Mother

But there is no answer and there is a chill in the air

Billy knows that he should get the fuck out of there

Billy just said the F word for the first time in his short life

Billy knows that he is in the middle of a whole lot of strife

But he has to know what has happened to his Mother

Maybe she has gone shopping maybe she is drinking a Coffee

or she is getting her Hair cut

But Billy has a sinking feeling deep down in his gut

Opening up the front door Billy can hear a weird sound coming

from the back of the house somewhere near the Kitchen or maybe

the hall

God maybe Mama has taken a nasty fall

Billy runs inside but of his Mother there isn’t any trace

Her Car is in the driveway her handbag is on her Bed

Where can she be?

Billy doesn’t know what to do so he just heads back to school

Maybe all of the Worms have gone away?

Maybe tomorrow will be a Worm free day?

No such luck

Billy arrives at the School grounds and it looks like the Worms

have done the rounds

Pupils and Teachers lay on the ground writhing in agony as

the Worms crawl in one hole and out of another

Billy cant stop thinking what happened to his Mother?

The Worms are getting bigger  some are the size of a Cobra

some the size of an Anaconda

Billy just stands there his Mouth open in wonder

Where did the Worms come from?

Did they come from outer space?

Will they spell the end of the Human race?

Billy is still standing there with his Eyes bugging out

When someone grabs him by the Arm into the Library

It is a young girl who goes by the name of Mary

Mary is Eight years old and Billy is Five

Two little kids just trying to stay alive

They stand there at the Library window watching the carnage

outside

The Worms are getting so big you could almost take them for a ride

Billys and Marys hands each other and become entwined

If Billy could find the remote he would press rewind

Life before the Worms was pleasant enough

Billy tried to act big and tough

But now that the Worms are here

Maybe big and tough want be enough

But big and tough is all that Billy has he is only Five but he

tries to act Sixteen

Even though he has a Baby face he tries to look nasty and mean

Billy and Mary walk the back streets of town looking over their

shoulders not making a sound

At the edge of the Soccer field they see a person being devoured by

about  twenty Worms

Billy feels something in his gut wriggle and squirm

The Worms are getting bigger they seem to be growing by the hour

Billy and Mary hide behind a Tree frightened and cower

The Worms are now twenty foot long and as thick as a Mans thigh

Billy knows that the time is right to be mister tough guy

But first things first Billy goes to a public restroom to put his stomach

at ease

But the pain gets bad and Billy falls to his knees

He feels the Worms coming out and they land with a plop

Billy

What he could do with now is a Worm destroying Cop

He and Mary go to the Community centre to see if they can find

anymore people still alive

There is only an old couple the local Mechanic and a guy named

Clive

So out of a population of about a Thousand people only Six have

survived the Worms attack

Billy just wants to run and never come back

But he cant do it he has to save his town

The only way to go is up he is tired of being down

The old couple are  a Mr and Mrs Armstrong from Carlyle street

They race over to Billy and Mary and tell them to have a seat

They want to hear the latest news

Are the Worms still on the rampage?

Is the town going to make it?

But Billy and Mary have no answers  there is nothing but empty streets

except of course the giant Worms

There is no one to meet or greet

The Mechanic Wayne has been working with spanners for a lot of years

While Clive is the town oddball but he is harmless enough

They both just sit there shaking but they are glad to be alive

Billy doesn’t know what to do but he has to come up with a plan before the

Worms spread any further

Then Billy remembers how he has been shitting Worms and then flushing the

toilet

So now the Worms are in the Water system

He tells the others that if they have been shitting Worms not to flush the

toilet

Just fill the shitter with Bleach and maybe that will kill them

Even though Billy is only Five he has become the leader he tells Wayne and

Clive to collect as much Petrol as they can

And then we will all meet up at the Church in half an hour

Mr and Mrs Armstrong are talking with Mary trying to think of a way to kill

the Worms

Billy tells them that he has come up with a plan

And then he tells them all about it

A half hour later they meet up with Wayne and Clive

They have filled about twenty containers with Gasoline

Billy tells them to pour the gas all around and don’t spare a drop

Hopefully now they can give the Worms the chop

Billy then opens the front of the Church and he gives a little whistle

And Mary up in the Church tower starts to ring the Church Bells

All of the Worms look up at the sound of the Bells

To them it is the sound of the dinner bell

They all wriggle and squirm their way inside

And when they are all of the way inside Wayne slams the front door

shut so the Worms cant escape

Billy joins the rest of the survivors at the churches back door

And with one strike Billy lights a match and throws it inside

Then he slams the back door shut

With a whoosh the fire catches and the Church begins to burn

Hopefully there will be a thousand fried Worms

Billy thinks that he can hear a screaming sound coming from inside

But he just walks away with out a second thought

Over the next few days Billy and his crew go around town killing off

any stray Worms

The danger is abating the Worms are all gone and the town is still standing

Except for the Church

Then Billy remembers the Worms that got flushed into the water supply

Will it ever end just when he was feeling proud and covered in glory

Will Billy finish off the Worms?

You will just have to wait cause that is another story.

THE END.

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