firewoks

hello, i thought id blogged this poem of old a  long time ago but i cant find it? it must have fizzled aways and dispapeared off my blog. TYPICALK! 

anyway seeing as its bonfore Night I thought i would share it for your amusemnt after youve had too many sausages and baked potatos, and too much beer and your contemplating life while look into the embers of what would have been a Catholic man who was burned to death 

after he'd been stretched to a height of 9 
foot tall on a rack in the Towel of London.

[modern day guy forks]


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BASTARDS - WHO DOES THAST!

fireworks

like cocks filled with gunpower

ejaculating into darkness
to the sound of gasps in their thrawl

with their sparkle stardust

 fizz jism schism

bang! pop! wheeeee!

then they fall back 

grounded to mother earth

like a lover's limp member

there casing found soggy

in the grass the day after

their journey ending 

in the vacuum nothingness

of the empty back wall 

of the universe of space
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like the Chinese thwarted sperm

in a population limitation programme

ironic huh? 

Didn't the Chinese invent fireworks

and, like Moby said,

we are all made of stars

and we end up in the gutter

or dying of syphhilis in Reading gaol.

Oh, the futility of life's flash,via GIPHY

all our deaths are premature

like a firework wank

life is pointless, 

but we must sparkle, 

like the diaphonous moments

we must light up God's sky

while we can.

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The End.

Copyright Helene Smithee