Message to the Deaf

My Dog is a capital God

He cannot wipe his own bum

Twenty figures to balance on as he tic tacs along the floorboards

Announcing his arrival with a polite warning

That he is here 

And his motive I do understand

That he needs to shit in the bushes away from me

But on occassion he must display his faeces to me or I will trip over his turds

As spongy shit between my toes he reminds me of what i did not attend to.

And nor can he

He needs not to wipe his arse or think

He has no need to drink nought 'cept water

He appreciates me wiping his bum

But I struggle to see the purpose of unwrapping a roll of paper

When my dog will drop his shit and not appreciate how annoying he is

I rellish the smell  of discord as it wiggles my concsience

And I need to wallow

In your sewer.

WIPPER SNIPPER

Today I was annoyed by the inconsequences and decided that my complaints are worthless.

I have blathered and foamed hoping that suddenly the universe will appear in my favour.

Alas i know it is fucked but i still bat away dmons.

I no longer assign myself any significance other than my strength to resist.

 

And i wallow in a sewer of their discards that have no smell.

How does that exist while i proudly wipe the gravel-shit from my arse.

And you are only the paper that wipes my tool

You are only an instruction for my success.

 

Begone you demons, begone your souls.

Go wherelse but here, you are not welcome 

You have a poison that reduces my capacity to care.

But I doubt you will care, but i do.

 

Be gone demons, be gone reality  

I have no care for how you suffer

I have no care for how you bleed

I wonder why you even need to breathe.