No more petrol
No more plastic
No more transportation
No more farming
No more deforestation
No more fertilizers
No more drilling
No more garbage
No more ignorance
No more talk
No more humans
No more pollution
We need a solution
Death
Interview with a zombie
Hi zombie, what is your name?
Zombie: BWAAINEATAHHH
What’s your favorite meal?
Zombie: RAWHFLESJJJJHHH
When did you decide to become a zombie?
Zombie: AFTAHIDIEDHHH
Have you looked in the mirror lately?
Zombie: ITRIEDBHUDDITCRACKEDDD
Do you feel you need some plastic surgery?
Zombie: DUWILUKETHADBADD????
Were you born with a lisp?
Zombie: NOIGOTSHOTINDAMOUTHHFFF
Well thank you kindly for answering these questions. Have you anything to add or say?
Zombie: YEAHITHINKIMAYYTAKEABITEOUTYOURFATARSE
Excuse me? No don’t no NO NOOOO NOOOOOO!
9/11
9/11
some went to heaven
some stayed
we all prayed
24/7
Death becomes us
death
becomes us
after it
became life
A flick of God-suicidal aid
A feeder’s dielemma
I dread
the day you die
as I cannot live
without you Lulu
the thought
just makes me cry
I dread
the way you die
I don’t want
to see you suffer
you deserve
another pie
Death row
strapped
to a gurney
this is
your last journey
off to heaven?
or shall it be hell
who is to say
who is to tell…
Dear Amy
precious jazzy jewel
diamond in the rough
colourful and bright
tender and yet tough
raw voice
with innocent delight
left with struggle
lost her daily fight
afraid of fame
a broken frame
died lonely
with some to blame
a devotee she’ll find in me
dear Amy,
wine in my house
please sing for Me
Dying for death
waiting
anticipating
he was dying
for death
he could
not wait
to exhale
his last breath
I don’t want a jab
I don’t want a jab
said the balloon to the nurse
I don’t think it will help me;
in fact it’s a curse
Cemetery
haven
for forgotten souls
marked by
sagging tombstones
of grandfathers
and newborn babies
absorbed by soil
overgrown
by moss
and lost memories
I dwell in silence
and stroll silently…
I still visit my friend
If life’s too short
well I never!
if life’s too short
death may last forever
Birth
birth
is the beginning
of the end
for what it’s worth
A very short story about a man who thought he would live forever
He died.
Reincarnation?
Reincarnation?
Get a life…
GuN of a NuN
with the hand of God
robed in sacred apparel
I shall help you
get to heaven
quicker
after I lick
the top of the barrel
Hollowcause
lured
caught
assembled
marked
branded
abandoned
kicked
beaten
deported
dragged
shoved
pushed
souls exported
shot
killed
hung
gassed
terminated
cremated
burned
belongings flung
unreturned
the innocent
lost
the Holocaust
Jim’s jar
neglected as he felt
his heart began to melt
at the sight
of your incredible beauty
shining through
your inconsistent nature
and daunted courage
with which you held
the broken pieces
of Jim
in a jar
transparent
yet fragile
until you dropped it…
Every era
every era
needs its crisis
now is corona
long after typhus
every era
needs its beauty
to inspire us writers
our moral duty
every era
needs its shit
but I think I may have had
enough of it
Witty words 