It seemed like time I put some of my poetry on WordPress but I couldn’t be arsed starting a new blog today, so as this is a satirical blog and I think too much contemporary poetry is miserablist and navel gazing here are a couple of satirical verses. Read the text here or follow the links to hear MP3 audio performances.
Fitness Fanatic’s Blues
Hear the audio version of Fitness Fanatics Blues
I looked in the mirror six months ago,
Saw a man standing there with a big beer belly
My girl said Man you’ve got to lose some weight
All you do is drink beer and watch sport on the tele.
Get youself down to the gymnasium
If you want to stay fit then you’ve got to get wise
Jog every morning work out every night
You can’t drink no more beer, cant eat no more pies.
At six every morning I’m out on the road
Rain sun or frost I jog for an hour
But when I get home and tell my girl I feel good
She says get in the bathroom and take a cold shower
I don’t eat potatoes nor pasta or chips
I’ve become a slave to my calorie chart
Health foods and salads keep my weight down
But don’t stand too close ‘cause I’m liable to fart
I’ve been a fitness fanatic for half a year now
My body looks good but I’ve still got the blues
I can’t eat, I don’t drink if I want to get high
I just take a sniff at my training shoes.
Boy’s Games
Hear the audio performance of Boy’s Games
He said I am a great stud
A stallion, a bloke
There’s nothing I like better
Than giving girlies a good poke
I eat curry and drink lager,
hate sissy things like art,
like football, porn and violence;
I curse and belch and fart.
She said I want a strong man
Who will dominate and rule me
Not some weepy new – age wuss,
All that caring doesn’t fool me.
He told her “I hate woofters too
I think they should be shot
So you’re the kind of girl for me
I fancy you a lot.”
And as he took her to his flat
She gazed in adoration
How cruelly reality
Can shatter expectation
For when she tried to be affectionate
And placed his hand upon her thigh
He said “you’re just a cheap slut”
And gave her a black eye.
But still she thought she loved him
She loved his greasy, unwashed hair
Powerfully muscled shoulders,
And distressed underwear.
She told him “I’m your woman,
I’ll do anything you ask.”
“He replied “I want a woman,
Who can be one of the lads.”
So she dressed in jeans and T-shirt
but it was not enough
He told her “that mascara
Makes you look just like a pouf.”
She said “I am your woman,
Please fill me every night”
So he took her to his local
And filled her up with pints.
She said “let’s go out dancing”
He said “You’ll make me look a fool”
So she followed him to the pub again
And learned how to play pool
Finally he was pleased with her
She had put aside her girlie past
And he thought she was learning
To be a bloke at last.
She begged him “Please make love to me?
Our sex life is a farce.”
So he bent her across the table
And screwed her boyish arse.
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