Tag: black lives matter

I’ve got this stranger standing in the corner,
Horny Jack Horner thumbing phones and hoarding plums,
Plumbing the depths, fixing the pipes,
Keeping himself to himself, a penitent life.
Downward facing, shoe gazing,
Grazing the ground with a bland brand on his feet.
Getting stress free is a stressful feat
No strifey, no lighty – but likely to pikey
The pound on the floor, even though I saw it too…
Load up the ammo cos he’s got a coat soaked in camo
Splotches of green and brown
And black and I dunno,
Some trees and nests and stuff
You’d find up above not below
I feel like he’s wearing it just for show
Shifting sands shift his hands
Fingers plugged into the pocket
And thumbs hang on to the rim,
Fingering the discourse
Of the distinguished distance
From belt to buckle, self pleasure cuckold.
Plain faced muggle, must be a struggle to
Control that bedhead bedroll of
Tousled, floppy hair
These mouldy, curly, cabbage locks
Hanging over his face like a shaggy dog.
He ain’t got a Scooby, so surely he’s lost,
Can’t pick a destination,
But sure can pick a spot
A bloom of blackheads dabbed on the nose
Giving birth to a join the dots –
An adolescent lesson
Learned when the weasel goes pop.
Can’t hide it so stop trying
Eyes prying, everybody knows,
We’ve seen it all before like a syndicated show
Stopper, popping popper,
Lopping the top off the last black spot
Put down your top up, don’t call the cops up
Cos the blood lust for black heads
Is a messy mess. It can’t be covered by
Coats covered in birds nests.
So we best test the rest of these pests
Before blessing the depressing
Succession of self proclaimed successes
And the subsequent messes
That we have to digest.