Posted on 5th Oct 2021
Big Cheeses Too many powerful people, most of them somebody's son think the answer to dealing with conflict is found at the end of a gun. Politicians who stroke their own egos, les Grosses Têtes, and all the Big cheeses, can't even find a solution to nature's most simple diseases. Money, that root of all evil puts power in the hands of a few who think nothing of murdering thousands to succeed in their own bloody coups. Ask any tinpot dictator what weapon they hold the most dear, to subjugate millions of people, the essential ingredient is fear. Religious cleansing and fatwahs, genocide, fueled by hate, minds of the masses polluted by those who corrupt and dictate. In terms of the life of our planet, we've been on it a minute, at most, if we don't stem this tide of corruption, we may as well give up the ghost.
Posted on 31st Jul 2021
If I paid twenty bucks, for a buckle,
Or, tickled some chooks, for a chuckle,
Looked in a nook, for a knuckle,
Trashed up my truck, for a truckle,
Or taught my dear honey to suckle,
Would that help my muck make a muckle?
Posted on 24th Mar 2021
A nod to Mr Lear Limericks, are meant to be funny, Not taken too seriously, honey. I did what you said, When you took me to bed, So, shut up and give me the money.
Posted on 19th Nov 2020
Shopping Our shopping trip took longer When he forgot the money If we hadn't lived ten miles away It would have been quite funny.
Posted on 27th Oct 2020
Ambition I read in the papers that Burnley Are getting a striker, that's cool They only paid twenty five million He probably still goes to school.
Posted on 9th Oct 2020
The Scammer love was in her heart opportunity was in her fat bank account.