TRASH RECYCLED
Is this shady business?
we’re all wearing dark glasses
‘SPAM’ tagged to our chests
For some reason we all
have a sneeze or sniffle
In the ante room
sitting nervously like at the dentist’s
awaiting our fate
for someone to hit the
‘Delete’ button
Outcasts – all of us
Let’s listen in to the Trash talking
over there the cute blonde
I’m Lenin
oops I mean Lena
cute Russian girl
very single
seeking man for
good times
why I here?
cough
And across from me
that swarthy guy
With the warmest of heart and fondest greeting;
I trust that our friendship will not be fleeting;
I understand that my contact may surprise:
If it infringes your privacy, I apologise.
My new dearest one and now most beloved;
A moment to tell you of funds I have recovered;
Will you offer me your trust and helping hand?
My humble name: Dr Nana Nowayaskam.
I am, friend, from the government of Nigeria
(or was that Sierra Leone, Ghana or Algeria?);
Dear One, listen to my most heartfelt proposition:
I trust you will have no barriers or opposition.
I offer you great wealth and a lifetime of riches
(what is giving me fever, coughs and those itches?);
I know the others are most abrupt and ingenuous
But this offer, friend, is nothing short of ingenious.
My colleagues are certain and totally unanimous
That you, my friend, are the only one to help us;
And so that we can transfer this large amount
All we need are details of your bank account.
Then, dearest, you will achieve the greatest wealth,
Importance, fond love and the best of health;
All this fortune for placing in me your trust;
Let us seal the deal now – it has to be a must!
So in considering this my most sincere request,
Please think of why it is far better than the rest;
There is one reason why it differs from this kind:
None of the others have written it in rhyme.
And the others:
there’s a guy who rattles with pills
whenever he moves
another with a roulette wheel
another from a bank
or two
And me
I find it difficult to walk
due to several let us say
enhancements
Will we end up in a
a molten vat or
a gas chamber?
whoa!
who pressed the ‘Delete’ trapdoor button?
Floating
a white light:
is this the gateway to
cyber-hell?
No, there is a cyber-god!
recycled
I’m back with
a gender change
My dear friend let me tell you about myself:
I am here to give you the greatest of help;
A tale of woe with foreboding I must tell;
My humble name: Mrs Betsy Noble La Belle.
See my husband, an upstanding gent from the South
Passed away suddenly, from cancer of the mouth,
And as I may no longer be here due to ill health
I thus wish to dispose of our substantial wealth.
I offer you great wealth and a lifetime of riches
(what is giving me fever, coughs and those itches?);
I know the others are most abrupt and ingenuous
But this offer, friend, is nothing short of ingenious...
Trash or treasure? – trick or treat?
What comes around goes around.
Once I had a hairy mop,
A curly, furry crop,
Hair today - gone tomorrow,
Just one strand
I’d like to borrow.
My Kingdom for a hair,
It really is not fair,
Some have got it;
Some have lost it,
Why should I despair?
Like Warnie, Loz and Mo,
It’d be nice to buy a ‘fro,
Even a hair here and there,
There’s plenty out there to share!
‘Bald eagle’, ‘chrome dome’,
There’s nothing on our pate,
Yes, you don’t need a comb,
But with the ladies we don’t rate.
Some say ‘bald is beautiful’,
Some say ‘bald are virile’,
But trust me it’s all a ruse,
Just a big excuse,
We’re really only… man refuse.
So c’mon baldies, let’s share the bare.
O, Dome Sweet Dome!
Have you sat in a lobby
watching them come and then go?
In and out, to and fro,
wondering where in fact they go.
They say Life is like a lobby
with a revolving door;
In and out, to and fro,
where in fact do we really go?
See, watching in a lobby
is becoming my hobby.
I won, he muttered to himself, in a moment of reflection sitting at his desk in the Oval Office.
This was not happening, I won on the night, fair and square. The election was rigged. Fake votes, fake news. To lose was unthinkable, to lose to Sleepy Joe, no way. Seventy million voted for me. They follow me, they love me. I am The President. I will show that I won. I won! I won! I won!
Don’t they realise I saved Americans from the China Flu? I have given them the cure. (Anyway, I had China Flu and it was no big deal). And I’m Making America Great Again, I deserve a second chance and I…
“Christ!”
“That is me, My Son”
Standing in front of him was a swarthy, tall man with shoulder-length black hair dressed in long white robes. He wore leather sandals on his feet and held a long, slender piece of wood that was curled at the top.
“Security,” The President yelped. “Help, Security.”
“There is no reason to fear me, My Son. I come in peace.”
“Imposter, Bin Laden, armed terrorist…”
The President fumbled under his desk for the button. “Oops, not that one, that’s for Kim. Here it is, the security button.” He pressed it, nothing happened, no alarms, no security staff rushing in. In a lather he then sprang to his feet and rushed to the office door knocking over an American flag on the way. The door was locked. He banged on the door, “Help. Security”. But there was no response.
The President was isolated. He turned to the imposter who was impassively following his movements. He then thought of a gun and searched feverishly for a weapon. A gun, there has to be a gun, all Americans have guns, but no gun.
Sweating profusely, his face florid, The President then picked up a paper weight from his desk and confronted the imposter.
“Who are you? What do you want? How did you disable my security?” The President held the paper weight above his head threatening the impostor. “You will be killed for this.”
“I am Jesus Christ.”
“Oh, sure you are – and I’m Donald Duck.”
“My Father, the Lord God has sent me to save Mankind.”
Slightly placated, The President cautiously placed the paper weight back on his desk. He was still concerned about the long piece of wood held by the so-called Christ, but it did resemble a shepherd’s staff, not a dangerous weapon. The imposter looked harmless enough, and even had some type of circular light hovering over his head which gave off a peaceful aura.
The guy might just be a loony, The President thought, and there were plenty of those in America. He might even be one of those crackpot Democrats!
“Look, Jesus or whatever you name is, I promise I won’t have you killed. We have plenty of aid programs for the mentally disturbed. I’ll personally have you committed to a mental institution and you’ll get plenty of help.”
“I wish to talk with you about God’s Kingdom.”
Must be one of those climate activists upset about my withdrawal from the Paris Accord.
“Look climate change is fake news, fake news. Coal is good…”
The Christ guy looked at him with a slight smile but did not comment.
That didn’t seem to work. Maybe he was here to protest about something else like racial abuse or the plight of the poor.
“If you are here about black people or the homeless. Look, I can see you’re poor and kinda black. I can help you get a job, I’ve got an empire you know”.
“I have returned to save all Mankind. For God so loved the world that he gave his one and only Son, that whoever believes in him shall not perish but have eternal life.”
A Bible-basher, has to be. Better not upset this guy as he might be one of my God-fearing followers, The President mused, now sitting at his desk.
“OK, I think we are done here. You’ve got your 15 minutes of fame, for whatever you believe in. I’m extra busy trying to prove that I should have a Second Term. Now it’s time to reverse the magic trick and allow the security system to work again. I’ll let you go without conviction.”
“The Lord is my Shepherd…”
“I’m getting mad again. If you’re the real Jesus Christ and you’re back, then show me a miracle to prove it. Something like turning stone to bread, feeding the five thousand…”
“I have encased your world in silence so we can talk about the future of the world.”
The President pondered. Wait on, this guy might be legitimate. Who could disengage the security system of the greatest country on Earth? This was a miracle, not magic. It could very well be the second coming of Christ.
“Alright, I’m starting to warm to you as Christ, starting to believe. Look, I need some help to win the election I did win. Like you, it should be my second coming. I can take a selfie of us and post it on Twitter. ‘Jesus Christ endorses The President for another term.’ It’ll go viral. That’ll trump everything.”
Christ looked bewildered.
The President then rubbed his eyes. He was under his desk in the foetal position. Christ was gone.
They’ll want us to dispose of our very own cow pats
Placing them into some underground vats
Cows no dung
See they carve us up or milk us bone dry
Now they say that we make all things fry
Cows hard done
No bull, we’re so over their bovine jokes
Go away and pick on some ‘udder’ folk
Cow bad pun
And don’t they belch things out, that’s a fact
What’s spewing from that factory stack?
Cows not dumb
See all we want to do is chew on our cud
Moo, poo, and trudge though the mud
Cows hum drum
So it’s over, all of this crap is enough
We’re taking a stand, getting so tough
Cows done fun
Let’s fight for ruminant freedom
Run with the buffalo, the sheep
Let’s herd together, fight to the end
Cows are one
Let’s stampede the Golden Arches
Go on long protest marches
Fight on beaches and on pastures
Even take to the air in the fastest
Cow Top Gun
And now the end is very near
The day that all of us cattle fear
The last to the abattoir is to be tanned
The fight was called ‘Muster’s Last Stand’
Cows out gunned
So if this story shocks, scares and amazes
That we Daisies could be ‘pushing up daisies’
Next time you question our windy emissions
Consider the risk of milk and meat omissions
Cow’s life done
(Author’s note: It is reported that ruminants, including cows, are directly responsible for 6.3% of anthropogenic global warming. Apologies to Dana Lyons for using some ideas from his song ‘Cows with Guns’)
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