Poem: Old Friends

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A dash of lavender by the school hall

An old-fashioned streak of paradise

For that oldest friend

Those young ones, old of friendship

Hands sleeve-muffled, dash in and out of violet clouds

Ending the lives of dear old friends

Consequently queried

The little friends cite the piercing instincts

Of those ancient friends

Oh, my dearest friends!

How you chums of jolly execution

Gaily jaunt through paradise...

Poem: So I Heard they Killed Satan

So I heard they killed Satan

Yet

The crow-picked sockets of rotting cherubs

Shed no tears of joy nor pain.

So they smiteth the Devil

Still

The earth's impaled with crimson steel

Ripped from sinless carcasses.

The evil one is dead and gone

Yet

The Beast has come -

The gorger on the effluent

The coprophage of human hate

And petty caprice, belching

Over Armageddon.

Men gloat over corpses

To them, fair trade for vengeful gain

The Devil may be dead and gone

But Hell and demons still remain.

Poem: Morning Sunnahs

Prophets don't blow on their coffee

I try to follow

In the crispy morning mindfudge -

.....mmmmm, fudge.......

Chomping my anonymous

Product placement.

The dude after me - hello, fellow azn!

Comes back for his burger

Adjacent juice in hand

A ripoff of constrast.

 I gulp my coffee

(A latte, you pedants!)

The music the sole forbidden thing.

9 already

I express my contempt

In a Geordie accent.