Sorting socks is easy, but folding bras makes me queasy.
A panty in hand will make me stand, but bluejeans keep me needy!
On a grey ocean, struck by the notion, I looked for the almighty one.
Way overhead, dark clouds of lead, made space for the flighty sun.
Get set to do my yoga, invoking symmetry.
And get read to by my ogre, in lines of poetry.
As a father-earner, I've more than done my duty,
Now a Nevada-burner, a whore for fun and booty!
If it meows or gives milk it might be a cat,
But if it's a cow or makes silk, it might be a rat.
None of these creatures are found in a park,
One of their features is they glow in the dark!
Lee and Katia so yearn to compete,
like two grizzly bears at the edge of a creek.
Lee the old male, is slow moving but mean,
Katia the lassie is faster, and lean.
What's shows on stage are often tears,
Thus flows the wage, of softened fears.
Irene brought doom, duress and bleeding,
Her cost entombs success that's fleeting.
When Mother Nature disappoints, break out liquor, light up joints!
But if Irene is truly fierce, grab a Suzy, whoever's nearest!
Noble warriors with beards of grey,
Sober memories of that day.
Enough from our mongrels in Congress.
No stealth-leadership from self-feedership.
I beseech you, are these leechees?
or Leeches with Beach leaves?
Eyeballs for my highball?
'Anders Breivik' believes 'Braveries Kind',
Murderous anagrams dreaming 'Riverbanks Die'?
If right-wing politics indeed was meant,
what a horrifying sickness, killing innocents.
What's a mightier risk than a terrorist bomb,
is the threat to society from triple A bonds.
Let's chalk up what's going on!
BSkyB talked with Cameron?
It's absurd! Did he use his desk?
To help the Murdochs, buy the rest?
Time for our medicine, we should all swallow burdock, It may even work, if we throw up on Murdoch!
What in deed does Murdoch fear? He turned eighty, could play King Lear. James the son, his ego's host, Makes a run, with his father's ghost.
Follow the money, where ever it roams, You'll see good publicity comes from a plateful of foam.
This planet's getting so damm hot,
if someone fanned it would help a lot.
What a gorgeous gift the Sun. It seduces women, gets their clothes undone!
The Met chief falls on his sword, Do we take the PM at his word? If not business, what was talked, with back door meets and Chequers' walks?
Every fight, every scandal has a teflon Don, Let's all light a candle for PM Cameron.
Millions in severance, for not fingering her bosses, got Brooks booked by the Met, to control their own losses.
Should the PM pay the price, being infected by these lice?
If NewsCorp's disbanded, or ultimately sold, maybe a PM will one day get old!
Dig under Fleet Street, dig up the Yard!
There's a stink from Ten Downing, where they need to get tarred.
The mockery by smut that degrades what it touches,
Makes democracy a slut to whatever she hushes.
It's time to wake up to a gale of corruption,
The Newscorp scandal is a full scale eruption!
What prime assets does Newscorp own? S
cotland Yard helped hack Brit phones,
PM Cameron, Blair and Bush.
Victim solicitors, paid to hush.
Has sad sack Newscorp paid for its hacking caper?
By sacking execs and closing a paper?
Who hacked the phones of bombing victims? That's the worry of our legal system.
The FBI hurries to look, after the sacking of Rebekah Brooks.
Arad Acre Afula Tikva
Haifa Givem Baqa-Jat
Beta Tel Aviv of Karmiel
Reprieve Jerusalem and Gaza. Shalom.
Money may flow through empty streets,
Nothing grows, nothing to eat.
NASA's a pawn in a budget muddle,
The magic's gone, with no more shuttle.
Astride her boosters white with light,
Atlantis took her final flight.
Victim phones by News Corp hacked,
Sitting clones of Murdock sacked.
Cops bribed, prime ministers funded,
'Till it stops, decidedly sinister.
Is Facebook by Google doomed? Two social networks in one room?
All those News Corp hacks abound.
What goes around, backs Cameron.
Liars of the World will close their paper,
No buyers for their hacking caper!
A dream runs with puns like bugles and guns,
It's barking will start you awake.
Every dreamer knows, as with foxes and crows,
A dream can't be tied to a stake.
What allegations come from Fox
On this day our President mocked,
Not an error if you know that station,
Not due to hacking, or automation.
A sutra inquires of the Queen of Hearts,
A mudra to inspire my writing arts.
A mudra to the Queen of Sight
She'll dance with Rudra, her King, all night.
What cries and claws, but doesn't hurt,
A lover with fuzz, who makes you work.
