A shitstorm.

When it’s norm.

You conform.

You have to…

Running on your knees.

Isn’t such a breeze.

Soon, you asking please…

Let me up.

That’s enough.

No more rough.

I give in.

They look but don’t see.

And boy do they get angry!

Flip you off.

Poison your dog.

Cut you off, try to

Pass, road hog.

Talk too loud and smell too good.

Similar dress to trailer park hood.

Got no sense even tho they should.

They got accreditation!

Trembling. Shaking.

Mad with anger.

Fucking hang her!

Fuck him too!

What dey do?!

Come out some zoo?!

Don’t you shit where you eat!

Shit here on the street,

Where everyone sees you

And what you do…

Because you are Les Fox.

His fingers wanted to graze his nose.

Right after they scratched his arse.

His index twiched as his nose signalled gold.

His eyes cleared the space and in due course

A calamity of horking, gagging and farting.

Snot bundling, shit staining, spit dangling on long whiskers.

And long lines of well wishers

Who know you snot.

You won’t be caught.

You’re safe now.

Equal is not equal.

Not as equal as could be.

And freedom isn’t freedom until

Some folks are not free.

Cause freedom cannot be

Something truly free.

Wake up, it’s time a make monaayuh!

You hug each other

A bit too long

Your best face forward

Nothing wrong

With talking ’bout the future.

And what it holds.

No one wants to relive

Those daze of old.

Feelings into action.

Thoughtful in your moves.

Scratchin’ out the past.

Maken new grooves.

Sing a new song.

Nuthin from the blues.

Pull up by your bootstraps.

Winnin’ on cruise.

Ya, you don’t know and

You won’t go ahead

And look behind it.

No, you would rather grind it.

Shave a little here, a little there.

A pinky weight onna scale.

Who cares?!

Fo’ sho’ not you.

That won’t do.

So? Boo hoo…

Expect it.

If you find you don’t like something.

Wash it away. Flush it away.

Spray it down high pressure hose.

Aim the aych too oh, it goes.

Body odor?

Stinky arse?

Smell like a rode hard put away horse?

Flood that shit away.

And dishes do not stay

In the dishwasher.

Roses are red.

Shit is brown.

Get confused.

Stank on clown.

The boss smiles at you.

You smile back.

Huh, you think.

That ain’t whack.

Smile in traffic.

All way back.

Smile spreads in you.

That ain’t whack.

Smile flies to wife.

Cat and kids.

Smile flaps elbows.

Tickles ribs.

Daylight softens.

Smothers stress.

Breathing easy.

Smiles are blessed.

It’s sundowners son.

The evening’s begun.

You’re in for some fun

It’s undone now.

Fret and you fumble.

All that you mumble.

Under your breath.

East facing West.

Failing the test.

But you are the best

You can muster?

Call on buddy.

He’ll help out.

Buddy knows what shit’s about.

Gets shit done.

Right down to it.

Never says we’re done, we blew it.

Plodding, plotting. Every day.

Outcomes bend to see his way.

It’s okay.

In the frey.

Dude sees all from here.

I’m not good.

How bout you?

Don’t you think we’re getting screwed?

Holy cow, they screw us over!

We ignore and onward soldier

March like marching

Made things better.

But it takes more

Than one go-getter.

Let them cry.

The old bed wetters.

Grumbling tumblers.

Second guessors.

You have sealed your fate!

Please don’t heal.

Bleed me out.

Splash my splatter all about.

Stay you now infected.

God please help it spread.

Use me up so totally

I never will be dead.

We’re half an hour out.

Two weeks away.

Bin three years since you did say

I’m tired of waiting.

What we waiting for?

You moved some way so

Now you are not waiting.

Now you be debating.

Which is the way to go?

Because you do not know.

Cause the time has passed.

Just like you guessed.

And now is still the past.

Maybe you don’t understand

Just how crippled you are…

When you wish upon that star…

Sure, the star takes you away but

Not too far. Not today.

But… a little glass of whiskey.

Couple cold beers.

Whisk away all dreadful fears.

Tomorrow blames your low set bar

And whispers hey, what about your star?

You gave a shit.

Too many shits.

Tried to make all shit fits stick.

But they’re too thick.

They move too slick.

You’ll get sick

And tired.

Ten years I’ve been writing this blog.

A decade of ramblings and ideas as they came.

My frustrations.

Dreams and in-betweens.

And what has it brought me?

Only to the tracks where I can lay my ear

And listen carefully

To see if anything’s coming.

Shook a million hands.

Looked into a million eyes.

Always worked with what was there.

Never questioned why.

Didn’t even try.

To figure out, you are here.

Living in the state of fear.

Why you stay here is not clear.

But this is where you live.

Drawbridge up or drawbridge down.

Bastards rail and roam around.

They turn right side upside down.

Take all happy from a clown.

Set upon fire into town.

Party inna skinny mind, yo.

Party inna skinner mind, doh!

Dare he party mo, dough.

Too far has he go?

Does any one

He knows

Know?

He had a boss from hell.

Andy knew quite well

There were more where

She came from.

She wasn’t the only one.

A Polish meal from hell.

A busted fly, do tell.

And they do not go well

With Hades gravy.

Cause luck won’t save yee.

One year from hell…

You fuck. You shit. You fucking jerk!

You could not live with her not hurt?

You have to flex your power.

Send zombies to devour

Our mom, you fuck…

You fucking goat!

I hope your pride blocks off your throat.

And you leap far but don’t clear the moat.

With gold filled pockets to the brim,

Make a splash but you can’t swim!

Well, soon your spark begins to dim.

Amused, I watch you flail and cry.

Through once bros lips I ask you why,

Why you have to be that guy…

You fucking weasel Bryan.

All my life I’ve waited on people.

Waited on men.

Waited on men.

Waited on my Mother

Who waited on men.

She brought up / in men.

Daughter no hen.

She waited on men, but no hen back then

Could not say when

But now she can

Cause it’s my story.

I’m making this up.

Okay, I love you and

Good bye. Good bye.

The weather is fine and

Don’t lie, don’t lie.

I know you don’t remember.

Don’t remember, don’t remember.

So you peat and repeat.

Over and over and

Even though you shoo’d me off

Told me wait through spit and cough.

Mom, I love you lots!

The best mom shit you not.

Through thick and thin

You kept us in

Your heart so full of love.

Mom, I can’t get enough,

Of you, and repetitious thoughts and

I will be your memory…

You would flail in the arms race.

Get off to a real slow start.

Big opposition is a stiff wind.

You are but a fart.

Jesus knew how to use a drink.

He didn’t think that men would sink

To the lowest low.

Jesus didn’t know.

He was here to sew

Good not evil and Jesus wasn’t feeble.

Handle his booze.

Jesus didn’t choose

To act the loser.

Watch a box, ahh…

Gotcha gotcha!

Jesus ain’t hangin’ around!

It’s holograms all the way up

Take a sup

Fill your cup

That’s enough.

Now, look into the middle.

Say what you want.

Holding up a sign.

That don’t work, have a little wine.

Hold a dinner party.

Three hundred bucks a plate.

Hire a couple news people.

Hold ’em at the gate.

Make the beggars wait.

Keep ’em til it’s late.

Call yourselves the Builderburgers.

Ya, give yourselves a name.

Yard yourselves away from them.

Make out like it’s a game.

Off the field, down two flights,

Dreams of days and fear long nights.

This is where you claim your right

To win and sin and then begin

To compromise your fight.

Here, you won’t sleep tight.

You’ll strain with all your might.

For post-game comes the fright.

You are not so bright.

That you light the way

So you can stay

On the straight and narrow

Because you know

The game…

She’s almost over.

To grass, no… isn’t greener.

In fact it’s waay obscener.

Than just fibbing to yourself.

Your self esteem will melt

Into their cauldron.

You’ll be solvent.

Breaking down reality with

A truth so all alone.