Who Don’t Owe De Gubber Ment?

Dad paid da rent.

Dad’s hell bent.

Ima get sent

To da pharm boy.

Takin’ nees piws.

Gainse mah will

Dadda got a big pharm

Dadda do no harm

Prefrontal lobotomy workin’.

Person Fifty-Four, Where Are You?

Dad’s a callin’.

You be fallin’ .

On your knees.

Less you pleased

To have size nines on your throat.

Dad, he ain’t no goat.

Come a lookin’ for you

Climbing walls.

Rippin’ daddy’s overalls.

Dad ain’t happy.

It’s your fault.

Make dad look

You just insult him.

Keel hauled by dat phone!

When You Go Into The Woods Today

You better go alone.

And if you don’t go to the woods today

Maybe you’ll stay at home.

You better stay at home.

Better you do not roam.

Better stay close to your phone.

They want to know where you’re goin.

They want to know when you’re home.

In the woods, they want you alone.

Peek A Boo!

Where’s mommy?

There she is!

Where’s daddy?

At his biz.

This thing just a little fizz!

Mommy gets a little dizzy.

Doctor’s getting pretty busy.

Daddy’s sick and tired is he?

Shoulda said I’m sick bit sooner.

Mommy sways and sweats a spoona

Second ticks by and

They say goodbye

To mom and dad.

Why so sad…?

Dintcha see this coming?

You’ve Got The Whole World In Your Hand

She couldn’t go far.

Strapped to the thing.

Yapped to the ring.

Ran to the thing.

A leash let her roam but

She couldn’t leave home.

When they rang,

They knew where they’d find her.

Four things on the line

And it worked for a time

Day by day they’d unwind

Take turns in kind.

But then one of them finds

A long leash!

Well, hammer on the bells!

The girl goes and tells

The others on the line

They start to unwind

Taking more time

Unsharing line.

It got bad now…

Speakers want there own thing.

They want their own ring.

Throw away the cord.

Thing is now lord.

Each person horde

Their thing is them.

They’re not the gem.

No one knows when

But baby without phone equals nada.

Shit Just Got Shitty

Back in nineteen we was all the rage.

You didn’t need a ration app

And no damn cage.

Faraday the rage.

Finally came of age.

Lighten up the page.

Listen to the whispers.

Friggin little crisprs.

Wait until they disperse.

We don’t wanna die.

Can’t begin to try.

Tell you maybe why.

You are not the guy.

Lead us into bat doh…

World War Bug

Once upon a time

In a land

A land quite close to you.

There lived a little nom de plume

With nothing left to do

But sneak inside

And there collide

With all that makes up you.

It knows just what to do.

Separate.

Hesitate.

Stops all hands from shaking.

Quietly it’s baking

A brand new pie

For every guy

And gal, if they will have it.

They will, and still deny that

They have it, so then, shit…

That beggar wins it all.

We Was In The Shit Until That Fan Came Along

Handshake deals.

Buddy wouldn’t dare.

One cough ina room.

Stankin up the air.

Currency nowhere.

Ain’t no buttons there.

No more sneezes.

Praying Jesus.

Please now save us.

Not WHO gave us

Motherfucking disease.

Make Everywhere Else Great Again

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.

NPC Spotting

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!

Give Les Fox This Year

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.

Know Thyself By 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.

The End Of Corruption

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!

Proper Reconciliation

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.

Trouble Is, Trouble Is Your Middle Name.

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.

Les Fox Talks Shit

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.

Adding That Shit Smell

Roses are red.

Shit is brown.

Get confused.

Stank on clown.

A Fun Tide Raises All Fun Tides

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.

Opinion Blindness

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?

The Slack Collector

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.

The Sympathy Fiend

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!

Creativity Wound

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.

The Present That Was

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.

Life Is Like A Wheelchair

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?

Say Hello To Les Fox

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.

Reacher Overreacher

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.

If You’re Already Sleeping And You Fall Asleep

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.

The Gates

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?

Does Hell Have Years?

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…

If You Try To Kill My Mudder

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.