Everybody

everybody
wants to make a difference
but hardly anybody does

everybody
wants to be good
yet most of us feel bad

everybody
wants some change
whilst many of us fear it

everybody
wants to live
even though we die

No fly zone

a fly
couldn’t fly
in a zone
of his own
so he disguised himself
as a book
but his cover was blown

Bowie

shining starman
galactic eyes
this lyrical labyrinth
his myth in disguise

fallen to earth
blessed with dark voice
his majestic apparel
and intellectual poise

shy oddity
golden hair
humble chameleon
with androgynous flair

magical star lit
in a theatrical maze
graciously styled
a visual daze

talented genius
majored in Tom
gracious Jones
my musical bomb

No more

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

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!

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…