Helen’s hugger-mugger ways caused a hullabaloo
Her hoarder house hardly had room for two
Let’s trick her outside, someone suggested.
But Helen firmly and fiercely protested.
She’s got to go out sometimes said the throng.
But everything was brought in, so the bystanders were wrong.
Removing a friend, all because they are selfish.
Years later they appear "let's try to resolve this"
They set out these rules
and what they want to change,
they think it ended mutual...
bloody selfish still the same.
I say you are someone that I removed and out of view,
my thoughts haven't changed, and clearly you haven't too.
You're trying to manipulate and then control or use,
the same reason I buggered off, you haven't got a clue!!
You say to people we are now good,
that selfishness misunderstood,
never changed, lying, fake and false,
insane selfish and a bit delusional
To town,
from town.
Clay patta,
saffron civara.
Smoothened walking stick,
the companion of the unlonely
alone.
Downhill,
uphill.
Through clouds,
through fog.
Soles worn,
robes tattered.
Wake, rise...
Weary, rest...
This flesh, in truth,
the begging bowl
we each were issued.
Ball buster Fred wants the workers unfed,
and when his **** turns to clay,
reborn Karma says,
black in the face he will pray,
but his God wants him there underfed,
ok....Don Johnson
Good bugger Clyde
Some look for the hell on the other side,
is it cause, yes cause for some mirth,
the sum of your sins and the good things you've done,
are balanced by time in the earth,
will the Lawyer be fried,
for being nasty and snide,
Reborn Uganda or worse?
Bush Lawyer they'd say in Aussie today,
Just doing his time till the hearse.
Well babe,
we is in Purgatory being purged during this ride,,
and the turnstiles are waiting on the other side,
to see whether its New York or Somalia on the flip side,
or a more subtle hell in the Earth...
to slide,
stuck in the muck till you died?
this knowledge is all that you're worth,
the where do you go, its the curse,
So be a good bugger Clyde
not again came the echo ...denied,
the wheel of suffering, don't reverse...
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nhp4PdP-FHw
Don Johnson
We are with soul attached, the same spirit
life times without end till death.
spirit
intervenes try's to control the body its in,
And fails due to passion or anger .
So you don't get to heaven this time.
Do not join the father, you failed the test.
Man used logic I seek logic in resurrection too.
We come into our world with not a clue why we
suffer as we all do .
Subtle hey the not knowing your crime,
but your weakness bad deeds always shines.
Greedy fella poor bugger you
Last night my missus gave me oysters for my tea
I was really kind of hopeful for a night of tumble round whoopee
I showered and shaved, it helps to smell like a stud
But her half dozen oysters must have all of been duds.
Things were looking desperate so I engaged in some foreplay
Thats the thing that old men do when they want a roll in the hay
I grovelled and I pleaded, even whined like a dog
But for all of my best efforts all I got was a snog.
So should she ever come home, bearing that little wee blue pill
Don't think that I got lucky or had an evening of thrill.
A gnat did fly up my nose,
on purpose, I must suppose.
He set off a pet peeve,
as his wings made me sneeze,
I did pee into my clothes.
Are You Bugged Contest
Placement 3rd