30 June 2006
take me out
Fat seagulls loiter over the outfield.
A getaway vainly hoping to get healed.
The beer, the kids, the roar, the dirty water dog
congeal into a temporary surcease of fog.
29 June 2006
bad business
Screwed by lazy dirtbags,
should have seen the red flags.
The perils of proprietorship,
psychopathy is the last bargaining chip.
28 June 2006
stomachache
Burning chortling gut queeze,
laid out groaning, no more bad TV please.
What is worse than sour entrails?
Acid drips woeful tedious travails.
27 June 2006
holiday
The good looking populars go to the lake,
they bring me but they have made a mistake.
The freaks camp on the other side of the pond.
Go, they offer, but I can't break the bond.
26 June 2006
old fashioned circus
They saunter, high, down a Lagos slum
with hyenas and baboons while banging a drum.
A crowd gathers to watch the hyenas fight,
the baboons beg and get a primeval fright.
