I am a comic poet
A comic poet am I
I’m not a proper poet
In another poet’s eye
I like my verse to rhyme
A proper poet don’t
I try for laughs each line
A proper poet won’t
A proper poet’s published
They won’t publish me
Not because I’m rubbish
But cos comic poetry
Is looked upon as low-brow
And so just doesn’t count
In fact I’ve got more know-how
Than many poets about
I could write a sonnet
A serious epic verse
But then I just think sod it
Can’t think of nothing worse
Than being so pretentious
I’d rather eat dog shit
If I could beat them senseless
For all the shit they’ve writ
Then that is what I’d do
I’d punch em in the head
I’d beat em black and blue
I’d hit em ‘til they bled
I’d run this through their heart
Their serious little eyes
I’d tear their bowels apart
And kick em ‘tween their thighs
I’d stamp upon their faces
I’d bend their knees right back
I’d cut em in weird places
I’d rip em a new crack
I’d like to see them suffer
To watch their eyes grow dim
Okay my verse is rougher
But in a fight I’d win
And as they lay there weeping
I’d read my poetry
And watch their black blood seeping
Oh, what comedy!
Monday, 23 March 2009
Saturday, 7 March 2009
Jam Bones
Ladyboys and gentlemen, whores and girls -
Apologies for my long blogspot absence. This has been caused by many, er, causes, not least of all the fact that I have now set up my own events organising group, name of JAM BONES. Here is our blurb:
Jam Bones is a new n original organising organism which promises a sexciting n sintittilating soup of performance poetry (meat), as well as stand-up, sit-on-it, musick, magick, n more (veg).
Basically bi-monthly, but with the odd inbetween happening, Jam Bones will offer unique n unusual one-off events: events that put the come into comedy and give the word "funny" an unmistakable capital "f", whilst simultaneously placing a pinky into the pulsating poop-shoot of our poetic capital shitty.
With a preference for "finales" rather than "headliners", and with a definite anti-PC ante, each event will be a thematic theatrical spectacle, succulently suckable and unashamedly amiable; a sonorous assault that will shiver your timbres and leave your grey cells singing for mooooore.
Key words: dark; satire; punk; fun; wit; glam; edge; amoral; ambient; amorous; cliterary; surreal; free-stylin'; anything goes!!!
Please see here for more:
www.myspace.com/jbonesevents
I will be back within the week with new poems n writings for y'all. Until then - thanks you for your follow-age!
M xxx
Apologies for my long blogspot absence. This has been caused by many, er, causes, not least of all the fact that I have now set up my own events organising group, name of JAM BONES. Here is our blurb:
Jam Bones is a new n original organising organism which promises a sexciting n sintittilating soup of performance poetry (meat), as well as stand-up, sit-on-it, musick, magick, n more (veg).
Basically bi-monthly, but with the odd inbetween happening, Jam Bones will offer unique n unusual one-off events: events that put the come into comedy and give the word "funny" an unmistakable capital "f", whilst simultaneously placing a pinky into the pulsating poop-shoot of our poetic capital shitty.
With a preference for "finales" rather than "headliners", and with a definite anti-PC ante, each event will be a thematic theatrical spectacle, succulently suckable and unashamedly amiable; a sonorous assault that will shiver your timbres and leave your grey cells singing for mooooore.
Key words: dark; satire; punk; fun; wit; glam; edge; amoral; ambient; amorous; cliterary; surreal; free-stylin'; anything goes!!!
Please see here for more:
www.myspace.com/jbonesevents
I will be back within the week with new poems n writings for y'all. Until then - thanks you for your follow-age!
M xxx
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)