Let me introduce myself,in case you

Didn’t know.

I was born in 1976 in the Sudan or

the congo,depending on what books

you read.

Do you want to know my name?

I was born near a river in the Congo.

So I was named after a river,Ebola is my

name,killing is my game.

I am Ebola,hear me roar.

You don’t want me knocking on your door.

I am just a virus,first I will kill you gently.

Then I will get kind of morbid,and I will kill

with a vengeance.

When we first met,you didn’t even know

I was there.

But I sure left an impression.

First you will get a fever,sore throat,a

few aches and pains.

A bit of a rash,a bit of a vomit,then you get

the bloody diarrhea.

Then when you think you are getting better

I will come for more.

This time there is no escape I am 90& sure.

I am just a virus

I am coming after you.

I am just a virus

Causing havoc from within you.

I can see a little blood,then a lot more

It is coming out of everywhere.

If you have watched the news lately,you will

know that I am still around.

I still live in Africa,but I am looking to

emigrate.

Now wouldn’t that be great?

I am just a virus

With their masks and white suits they think

They can stop me.

I am just a virus

I can not be defeated,I float in the air,wild

and free.

I will be around forever,no vaccine,pill or

treatment will stop me.

I am your worst nightmare.

Look up into the sky,do you see that black crow

Listens to its wings,they make a certain sound,

That sound is the ghost of the living.

The ghost of the living,lives on your breath

Every time you breath in and out

it grows a bit stronger.

Every time you cry or sweat,it inhales

your fluids and spirit.

There is also the ghost of the dead,who is

Trying to communicate.

Whether it is your brother or sister,or your

mother or father.

The ghost of the dead will show you the way,

on your way to a better day.

But if the ghost of the living and the ghost of

the dead ever get together,don’t let them in

You don’t want to hear what they have to say,

So close your eyes,and make a wish and maybe

they will go away.

The ghost of the living,cant survive if you take your

last breath.

It cant be without tears and sweat.

The ghost of the dead is still hoping and waiting

Still communicating,it whispers in the dark.

Whether it is on the wind or the rain,the ghosts

will linger seeking a host.

Someone down on his luck,someone looking for

the answer to his prayers.

If you pray hard enough,will you get peace,some sort

relief?

Like the ghosts your prayers are just whispers in

the night.

You pray to a higher power,the man of the minute,

the man of the hour.

But in the end,it doesn’t really matter,cause when you

take your last breath,you will cease to be,you are

just a memory.

The ghost of the dead is now your companion your

chaperon,he will show you around your new home.

But you don’t care,cause you no longer exist,you

are a piece of dust,at the most.

You are Tomorrows Ghost.

The black crow lifts its wings and takes off with a

Squawk.

Man I wish that fucker could talk.

Take a look into my bloodshot eyes

Too many beers over the years

Too many lies and false alibis

Telling drunkin stories,morning glory

First beer about 10 in the morning

My second at about 20 past

Another day off work,work is boring

A few more beers,by lunch time im

Snoring.

Wake up about 3 have myself a longneck

3.30 I have another,then another.

About 5.30,i have a liquid dinner,I cant

help it,I have gone from saint to sinner.

Started drinking,when I was like thirteen

after school have a dose of liquid amber.

My didn’t understand what was happening

to me.

I am going off the deep end,I hold my

hoping I don’t drown

Fuck it,its time for another round.

I think I am riding the slippery slope of

no hope.

A downward spiral into the abyss

Jesus I really need to do a piss.

After my leak,I head to the bar

on my way to a bridge too far

Is there a bungee rope on this slippery

slippery slope.

I hope it holds and doesn’t break.

My life is a lie,it is all fake.

Just give me a beer for goodness.

I don’t care my ashes they can rake.

After I am gone,sing a mournful song

Light up and smoke another bong.

Goodbye cruel world,I think Hamlet said.

I would wake up,but I am dead.

ps  This story isn’t about me or anybody

it is what it is,just a story.

You are a little church mouse

with a skirt down to your knee

Looking to make a donation

To your favourite charity.

But I am looking for something

different.

I need to get me some bad company.

A bit of a flirt,in a short skirt.

Try anything,in for a pound,in for a

penny.

From where I sit bad looks good

You are the baddest girl in the

neighbourhood.

Bit of romance,and some horizontal

dance.

You want find it if you don’t take a

chance.

You are a school teacher all prim

and proper,to you Bingo is a show

stopper.

You like to go shopping,buy some

sensible shoes

Buy a cup of cocoa,and watch the

evening news.

I am looking to be footloose,fancy free

go out on the town,just be me.

Have a few drinks,and some

conversation.

Then who knows what might happen.

From where I sit bad looks good

You are the baddest girl in the

neighbourhood.

We go for a drive,find a nice little place

Get to know each other,yknow face

to face.

If bad is good,badder is the best

Come on baby,slow down,i need a rest

I am not 21 again,that is for sure.

Ah,what the hell,come on baby,more,

more,more.

What is the go with Batman and Robin

They live in a cave and misbehave

They run round in tights and have fake

fights.

What is the go with Batman and Robin

What is the go with Alfred

He can barely walk,can hardly talk

He is really old and full of mould

What is the go with Alfred

What is the go with the Riddler

He wears funny clothes,with riddles

to solve

Who could give a toss, I was at a loss

What is the go with the Riddler

What is the go with the Joker

He looks like a freaky Ronald MacDonald

With a painted face he is off his face

What is the go with the Joker

What is the go with the Penguin

He walks with a waddle and plays with

his toggle

He wears a black suit and big pointy boots

What is the go with the Penguin

I much preferred the Catwomen

With a purry voice,and small slim hips

With long brown hairs and tits out to there

I much preferred the Catwomen.

Thanks for reading this blog,if you liked it

leave a comment,if you didn’t like,well you

obviously have no taste haha.

This is the story of the silent ninja

He stalks while he walks

He creeps as he seeks

You want hear a sound,cause

his feet never touch the ground.

He can jump from the trees to

the ground.

Or is it the other way around.

Either way he is one dangerous

mother.

It is best to avoid him,one way or

another.

The silent ninja gets around in black

pyjamas.

His face is always in the background

For your sake,just do what he says,

Or before you know it you are no longer

around.

The silent ninja,is the Asian James Bond

says no to a martini,a sake if you please

He doesn’t need gadgets,or a fancy car

just his hands and feet,sometimes his knees.

The silent ninja,isnt ginger,his hair is as black

as coal.

If you look inside him,you would think he has no

soul.

But just is just a cover,the ninja does the good fight

His heart is in the right place.

He should try to wear better clothes,as he tries to

save the human race.

The silent ninja has been around for over 1000

years.

He lives in the land of the cherry blossom

Over the mountains,and through the forests.

He rides a big white horse,ready to fight for

any good cause.

So if you ever need some help

Just call 1800NINJA.

My nephew Brendan and his girlfriend Ashley

gave birth a few months a go to a beautiful

daughter named Ivy.

Ivy was born with with Meningitis,which has left

her deaf in one ear.

They are trying for a cochlear implant,but the nerve

may be damaged beyond repair

I wish I was a researcher,I wish I could find a cure

So people wouldn’t have to live in silence

Maybe I could be a magican and wave my magic

stick,travel the world,and cure people who are sick

I know that will never happen,and babies are born

deaf everyday

I hope that one day someday someone can unsilence

the silence

It is just another name for a cure

So just like the ivy that grows wild and free,my Ivy will

grow on you,she sure has grown on me

I love you Ivy

                                                                         Well I was in my loungeroom

doing my usual workout

push ups,crunches,about 50

of each.

jogging on the spot,skipping  rope

nothing was beyond my reach

After my workout I was cooling down,

had a drink of water,so then of course

I had to piss.

So after doing my business,i was

washing my hands,and looked in the mirror

and what did I see?

Arnold Schwazenegger looking back at me.

I thought Jesus,i am getting big and tough

I had another look,its him sure enough

I was finally getting toned and buff

I had never realised the workouts were

going that well

All the muscles in my body seem to get

bigger and swell

Now I will have to buy bigger shirts

something to contain my guns

Maybe get a bigger car an join a gym

Arnie,Van Damne,The Rock,we are all

the same

I might get a bigger house,maybe

change my name

I race back to my mirror for another

look

Arnie has been replaced by this geeky

looking guy,with puny arms,skinny legs

and a body like a stick

I sneak another look just to be sure,the

reflection in the mirror,what do I see?

Why it is just me,living in reality.

Mr Bad Luck

I am walking along the footpath

trying not to step on a crack.

Cause we all know that it is seven

years of bad luck.

Bad luck seems to follow me like a

curse.

I think I was born in the back of a

hearse.

As the old song goes[if it wasn’t for bad

luck I would have no luck at all].

Walking along the same street,a black

cat walks in front of me

I jump back and cross the road,what

next? A freaking cane toad?

Bad luck stalks me like a stranger

I look behind me,who is always there.

Bad luck and trouble is coming my way

Bad luck and trouble is here to stay.

Your life is what you make of it.

If you expect the worst,that is what

you will get.

So keep your hopes up and things

will turn around.

And all your worries and woes will

disappear without a sound.

So I say to you Mr bad luck,put on

your shoes and go for a walk.

Because me and Mr good luck are

gonna have a talk.

Mixed Emotions

Don’t say that you are sorry,cause

you don’t really mean it.

You are just trying to get back into

my good books.

You think you can float through life

with your perfume and good looks.

Don’t tell me that you are sorry,cause

I cant take it any more.

You whimper and whine like a cat

with a poorly paw.

You are just after attention and a bit

of sympathy.

But I tell ya,you are gonna get jack shit

out of me.

Time and time again I take you back,it

must have something to do with the

brain cells that I lack.

But this time it is different,this time I am

sure.

I don’t want you coming around here no

more.

The screen door slams,I see you walking

down the street.

I watch you leave,my breathing nice and

steady.

But then again,I am thinking,Come back

baby I am missing you already.