About towns’ Destruction
Dubai is a city
Constructed for great buildings
And not for people
Troika
A city is social place
Built by many over long time
Before city planners
Straitened crooked roads
And architects built shiny buildings
Brasilia a city
In the middle of nowhere
A shrine to madness
Liverpool 1958
Pubs oozing of life lived
City planners killed it
Cities built for purpose
Not has social culture
Rain on decorative pavements
Borderline Drunk
It has been a bad day driving around having
A coffee here and a diet coke there,
The problem was I had been drinking the night
Before and craving for more
Was filling my heads with excuses, the thought
I deserve a drink.... do I merit to suffer?
It is evening now I’m watching Ellen this woman
Who looks like Peter Pan, her audience is mostly
Screaming females and I secretly adore her.
I’m nursing a beer and reflects on the illness of
Alcoholism the tragedy of those who cannot stop
They have my sympathy but I can’t tell them to
Wait having a drink to after eight o’clock and
Drink a couple of beer.
Got a lighter?
Find a good chair
Park you bum on softness
Lit a cigarette
Inhale
Have cold beer
Everything falls into place
A world at ease
The god, Bad and the Ugly
Every war has good people and bad people and many of
the bad are on our side. I remember the German occupation
of Norway living on a farm with a German military camp.
I met their soldiers and most of them only wanted to go home
to their families. The peace came and when the said soldiers
Who had been kind to me – a little boy- where marched out
among the jeering of the people who suddenly felt heroic
enough to throw stones at the soldiers. I have tendency to feel
for the losers they fought on the wrong side and lost
their dignity. But there are times when one has to take a stand.
When I aired my views I was told to shut up by a man who had
supplied them with meat and potatoes, he was a bad person,
and the biggest rock but in a democracy we have to live with his
kind. I say this because the young men going to war In Syria or
elsewhere, might be wrong, but many of them are good people
who think they fight for delusory freedom of all Muslims.
The Damned
The end of the dream of a caliphate
Burning a pilot alive
The ultimate evil.
The jeering crowd I despise
They knew better.
Should they survive the horrors
Of their deed
The applause
When the massacre was showed
On TV.
And they will say
We had to applaud
Or they would have killed us too.
Of grandeur
They have nothing
Generation after generation
They only know blood on sand.
But I cannot forget that Christianity did the same
Burning people, by the thousands
In the name of good.
Christian atrocity is history now, but the burning
Of the Jordanian pilot
Show us what some people went through in the name
Of an abstract god run by madmen
Elderly Man on Motorbike
Tried the motorbike today, but it was too cold
I do not have a leather jacket and trousers as the real bikers have
Beside, i hate to admit this I do feel the cold
More now that I’m old and my wife and I are looking for
A private old people’s home
...Why private? I don’t want to sleep in a room with many other
Old people, many of them dislike have a bath-
We are looking for a small flat at the home, with staff to do
The cleaning, washing up and doing the ironing.
My mother stayed in a very nice home, but she became truculent
Demanding the staff come and wipe her bum
They did but her behaviour didn’t make well liked which she
Did not a care about. Her life had been so difficult perhaps she wanted
Her own back against this cruel world and unjust world.
I think i have to wait to April before
Trying my bike again.
Old Age Sex
I should not write this because many would think it inappropriate
because it has to with sex in old age, or the thought of it but its
lack of completing.
I had not seen her for some time when we met at the supermarket, s
he had not had sex, like me, for a long time and we agreed to try.
At her home we didn’t fully undress, she kept her PH on. In bed to
for me to avoid the sight of sagging breasts.
We kissed and cuddled and finally I went down on her, put my tongue
in her vagina, found her clitoris and licked it.
My god she was wet and ready, she came very hurriedly, but my cock
was not stiff enough for intercourse. So she gently masturbated me and
in the end we both had enjoyable sex, and it was as fulfilling as before.
Perhaps next time we meet I will be able to have a lasting erection
when I said i should not write about it is mostly because young people
think feel disgusted that old people are not very different from them,
Stop them Now
I have an itch it breaks out in red rash, been to the doctor
who says I’m suffering from an attack of Islamism which
manifest itself with a strong antipathy against people who
drink sweet tea and not are willing to swill beer like us.
They also dress strange when going to the mosque, that is
ok, it only when they talk about Shari laws I feel as they are
trying to convert us to their way of thinking.
This is my country too I do not want it taken over by people
who represent another culture.
That is why I protest and march in the street, it is not about
anti Semitic, anti whatever feelings I, like my friends, are not
1for bending to a way of life that is alien to us. We did not
have a revolution to let a group of fundamentalist be given
or handed over to a group of nutcases.
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