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Blog entries by Boogs
The end of it all,
Must surely appal,
So much, we must reject it.
Just like our death,
And the waters of Lethe,
The loss of our thoughts subjective.
But without our end,
Of which we forfend,
Our birth could never have been.
So why do we fear,
When the end comes near,
The terrors that are...
I hate all the philosophers who tell us how to think,
In fact the very thought of it has driven me to drink.
Why can't they mind their own business instead of minding mine,
Then surely they could think of something verging on sublime.
For in my head my thoughts are dead and buried don't you...
Pretty polymer!
(Hmmmm..., maybe I'd best go back to rhyming? 🤔)
There's a new eco-warrior group been formed, consisting only of farmers!
It's called Just Top Soil! 😖😖
I had to put it out of it's misery with a Coup de Grass! 😖
Words are our pleasure,
Words are our gain.
And yet are dishonest,
Oft bringing pain.
Words are too vague,
Unclear definitions.
Often they're given,
Their own renditions.
And what happens when,
One word can mean any.
Put two together,
And meaning's are many.
And this becomes worse,
When the...
It's election time in the UK and all the fun of the (un)fair!
Except this is the flattest election in the flattest of times, there's an air of surreality covering the country. Some unfortunates have been driven so mad they've supported even the most caricatured of frogs and other cold blooded...
Who would be so desperate,
To read this boring rhyme?
You must have missed the other blogs,
Every single time!
Then you would have known to not,
Waste your time with this.
Instead of reading dreary prose,
This blog you could dismiss.
But just how many times do I,
Have to warn you readers?
That...
All o ye across this nation,
Raise a brolly to precipitation.
For o'er Blighty's fields o' green,
From Bristol up t'Aberdeen.
It always rains right through the year,
Everyone in waterproof gear.
Nay wonder all are miserable,
When weather is reciprocal.
Fake it, don't make it.
Your thirst - you can slake it,
If born of the lauded,
You just have to take it!
A country once proud.
Brought low by that crowd.
Strip mined of love,
Insulted out loud.
My Gramps and your granny,
Became our good nanny.
Gave all that they had,
And we sold it for fanny...
I'd never call it poetry, it's only just a rhyme.
That way I can flunk it, pretty near most of the time.
Poetry is art, fine and full of feeling.
Mine's more like a fart, the smell will leave you reeling.
I wonder if I relish, making awful verse.
I suspect the rest of you will only see a curse...
Those lousy decisions, years gone past,
And naught to retain, of a splendid repast.
Mistakes were my own, the results I did mask,
I just wanted love, was that too much to ask?
But yes indeed, an arrogant hope,
But surely not such an uncommon trope?
Am I really so different from all the others...
The fantasy of a happy life,
When all around is schlock,
Is all that keeps our sanity,
And stops us falling into shock.
Why on Earth does sadness,
Outweight the polar choice?
When happiness ephemeral,
Speaks a weak and fading voice?
Abstraction be the way,
Toward enlightenment.
Reality's the...
Number 10 Through The Looking Glass!
The time has come, the PM said,
To talk of one or two things.
Of vile folk (his voice did croak),
And how corrupt are Kings?
And why we'd vote for an evil goat,
While tied like puppets on strings?
The voters cried "We'll walk with you"
"You speak to us so...
Why do I like to use swear words,
Surely that's just really dumb.
They say that swearing's for the birds,
But I don't know, it just seems fun.
But I think a word's a symbol,
Meaning many things to some.
Yet for me it's only nimble,
Word play for the line to come.
I have to wonder what you...
Sorry, but don't say I didn't warn you, but I say it how I see it, wrong or not.
Panic Buying
This is depressing prose,
As only the lord knows,
And so I recommend that you don't read it.
For your inevitable,
Conclusion is it's bull,
The only other option is it's -----!
Well my thoughts are...
I sing a song of do as you please,
And how it brought our world to it's knee's.
We relinquished regulation,
Turned oversight to masturbation.
It worked wonders for the shares,
Justified by doctrinaires.
We vote them in to make things right,
And once again they show their spite.
And every time...
Martin Luther King: “In spite of these spectacular strides in science and technology, and still unlimited ones to come, something basic is missing. There is a sort of poverty of the spirit which stands in glaring contrast to our scientific and technological abundance.”
The law is a...
A web of shame,
A spiders game.
How do we justify?
Try some more,
Esprit de corps.
Suppress the hue and cry.
☜(ﾟヮﾟ☜) ☜(⌒▽⌒)☞ (☞ﾟヮﾟ)☞
The human mind is an awful thing,
In it's selfish dysfunctional glory.
For all it's sophisticated look,
The bottom line tends to be gory.
Left to it's own...
I thought I saw a despot,
A shooting at a duck!
I looked again and saw it was,
A golden clusterphuck!
If ignorance enables it,
We'll look a right old schmuck!
The chutzpah of our leadership,
Just how much do they suck?
(and really just how much,
do you give a flying phuck?)
While all across...