The Cunt is a Cunt

 

The cunt never stops

it don’t shut up

 

The cunt keeps on

screaming in my mind

 

The cunt keeps snarling

from between thighs

 

it keeps whispering

beneath dresses

 

The cunt is rude and angry

all day long

 

It mocks and laughs and

hisses my name

 

It coughs and spits and

belches and swears

 

It needs to be fed to

make it smile

 

Yep, the cunt plays

on my mind

 

But I should learn to

stand up to bullies

 

 

Cock Alarm

 

The kids had drawn a large cock and bollocks

Down in the street on the pavement
Somehow with a can of cola or
Something
It had stayed and had been there
For a week in the sun

And they’d giggle at me when I came down to put my

Empty beer cans in the recycle bin
‘What you drinking today?’ they’d mock
‘The world’ I’d usually reply

Someone had told me that the Romans used to

Build or make images of penises to
Point the direction of where there were some
At least it wasn’t pointing up here

And my smoke detector had been beeping once

Every hour for the past two days
I sat and sipped my beer and wondered

I was certain that I was not burning

Or even on fire
But lately I couldn’t be so sure

 

Singular

 

Most couples you see go by

Man and woman

Boy and girl

Have either

Tried to fuck

Have fucked

Or do fuck

 

Most couples you see

On their way home

Have just that one thing in mind

 

Or is it just me?

 

 

 

 

 

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Comments
  1. Love these poems, especially “Singular.” Well done!

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