Spilling stinking raw sewage and a foul mouthed politician have everything in common;
The churlish and kraken weasel who is foul mouthed spewed raw sewage,
he spouted feces from his venom,
his mouth never knew a damn rhyme.
His mouth had a virus,
that stopped a verse
A hubris and an atheist,
whose mouth spoke sewer to spill excrement,
like the ghetto in Leeward.
hades a phantom that is sleek
The rhythm unstoppable,
free flowing like sewage spillage in Kambuzuma;
the hinterlands in dire,
shameless it vapours,
unabated it simmers and vents,
residents live in cogmire,
scoundrels don’t care
Like Trump who has lost a trump card;
the maggots continue to grow tumultuous big tummies in rummy,
amassing loot in zoot suits,
& they don’t give a damn.
The rodents infested rummy rhyme in mire,
humanity piddle with diddle,
only to puddle in waddle
The gait foul mouthed mean man wallows in mellow,
spewing raw like the Harare city council raw,
he cares not for the footle footie.
A hangover from a night of poetic fiesta;
sonnets in season,
five foot iambics and rhyme in schemes,
schemas totter at the brink,
metered and teetered in verse,
like the titular fellow,
whose dirge I wrote,
now reciting odes with the apparitions;
beyond the veiled curved curtain.
Guano like no Annona,
settlement in Red River County, Texas;
dried human log in Hunan is like a dried cake of coke at the colliery
The putrefied sewage stinks like the rot in high offices,
but the smell of new mint is a better smell.
Scoundrels, maggots and Interlopers in brand new Lamborghinis are a better sight than green bombers in flight
The devious and sneaky bastard,
venomous and clever
like escaping sewage,
always smelly and disgusting
An effrontry to the olfactory
To the torment of the mankind in sandlines.
The Demented Scribe
An Ode for Shawna