Edwin Saxton–The Poeming Genius
Poeming is for life. And pretentious cunts! And weirdos. I'm a bit of everything…
Out of wedlock;
Bonny little bastard.
The face of an angel;
Born of demons.
The whale calls;
Unable to locate,
Her pod.
The ocean is vast,
When you swim solo.
Driven to madness,
My alter ego calls.
So close,
Yet so far.
This Average, White Man,
I cannot escape,
For he never leaves,
The ether of my,
Subconscious.
One stumbled through,
The Gates of Heaven.
He bowed before,
The Great I Am.
Then laughed,
That wicked laugh.
“I’ll tear your ever after,
Asunder, oh Lord!”
Tunstone.
Fall off your chair,
Into the hot lava.
Sizzle, sizzle, sizzle.
Pop, bang, sizzle.
Onomatopoeic words,
Are bloomin’ great!
A-where’s a-Wally?
Waldo.
Christopher Walken.
Fish finger butties.
“Simply epic!”,
The Grecian did declare,
With one foot in his sandal,
And the other in his hair.
Gorgeous Giorgios.
Dole scroungers,
Will burn,
In the eternal fires,
Of damnation.
Schlaaaaaags!
Anyway, I digress;
I’ve a hairy chest.
Slippery nipples.
Infected naval.
Timmy Dean,
And little Tommy Two-Shits.
Rod, Jane, and Freddy.
Twats!
One in the gob;
One up the arse.
Jane, you fucking tramp!
Ken attempts,
To keep his fart silent.
In the process,
He fills his drawers,
With slippy, nutty,
Shit!
No disguising that,
Kenneth.
Jimmy Saville,
Raped minors.
Tee-hee-hee.
Miners.
Mincers.
Poofters!
Inverness Caledonian Thistle,
Win again.
Show us,
Your cunt.
Different spokes,
For different yokes.
Wrexham.
Y Fflint.
Pwllheli.
Patagonia.
Wales and Welshishness.
Sheep shaggers!
Laftumblbuschingtashmgladumbachangflinglmclash.
Fucking bastard!
Ghengis Khan,
Opened a tin,
Of sardines.
Grey,
Like Arthur’s rectal pubic hair,
With a fist,
In the bollock.
Repartee abounds,
In this city,
With no name.
Deep throat your brother,
Why I shove a dildo,
Up my shitter.
Worth the funny walk,
For a few days succeeding.
Perversions of the mind,
Made solid.
The excitement builds,
As Bill—
BURRRRRRP!!!
Pardon me!
—Approaches Edith’s abode.
Η γλώσσα κόκαλα δεν έχει,
αλλά κόκαλα τσακίζει.
A tragedy of sins;
Cast dispersions on others,
Yet condemn not yourself.
Condom.
Spunk!
Big tits,
Big tits,
Big tits.
And a hairy tuppence.
Dive into,
My tepid pool,
And immerse yourself.
Lose your inhibitions.
Drown,
In my insanity,
For your reality,
Is lame as fuck!
Bloody Germans!
Drink a pint,
Of Wifebeater,
Then take your dog,
For a walk.
Make sure,
To pick up its shit!
Robson & Jerome.
Schnell, schnell, schnell!
Krankenwagen.
Bloody Germans!
Wesley Snipes,
Followed me home.
He came in,
Had a brew,
Talked about chins,
Roundhouse kicked my wife,
Then took his leave.
Nice bloke!
Skanky slut.
I’ll give you a quid,
For anal.
No protection.
Deal! 🤝
Bloody Germans!
Twinkle, twinkle,
Morning Star.
Needn’t wonder,
What you are.
Our closest neighbour,
There in space,
Watching over,
The human race.
It doesn’t twinkle,
Dickhead!
It reflects light!
It’s a planet 🙄
Suck on the teat,
Of the slutty bovine.
Mooooooh yes!
The rape of consciousness;
Submit to a dream.
Live within;
Deep within.
Your reality is,
But a perception.
Maybe you’re wrong.
Twinkle, twinkle,
Evening star.
In cosmic terms,
You lie not far.
Your choking clouds;
Your hell-like heat.
It means no human,
You shall ever greet.
And earth is envious…
Dora the Explorer.
Secret Squirrel.
Oggy & the Cockroaches.
King of the Hill.
Animaniacs.
That completes,
My list of random,
Cartoon series’.
Weebles wobble,
But they never fall.
Tell that to Jim!
He’s a Weeble,
And he fell over once.
Made a right mess,
Of his knee as well.
Doctor, Doctor,
Fox!
Na-na-na-nowwwwwww.
My darling Jimothy;
Your breath reeks,
Of children.
Cannibalism,
Shall be your undoing.
Eat your greens.
Brush your teeth.
Say your prayers.
Shave your arse.
Have a wank.
Bitch-slap your wife.
Drop the pressure;
Motherfuckers!
The blood,
Leaks from my heart,
Like a broken tap.
Drip–drip–drip.
It pools,
In the pit,
Of my stomach,
And fills me up.
Hurt is temporary;
Pain is too.
The memory,
Shall live on.
The nightmare,
Shall recur.
Houses are full;
Minds are empty;
Words are cheap.
This hurt shall prevail.
It will survive entropy.
An irresistible force.
Nothing temporary,
About this sensation.
We were warned.
Didn’t listen.
Now it has us,
Where it wants us.
Helicopter dick!
Woo-hoo!
Hairy crack.
First of all,
Your mother,
Is a crackwhore,
And your father,
Sucks cock for cash.
Rentboy.
Once upon,
An anvil.
Rotten apples,
Are all we have,
To eat.
It’s that,
Or fuck all!
Stop complaining!
Freeze,
A piece of shit,
And use it,
As a dildo.
Because you’re,
An utter slag!
Kill the Muslims!
Brush your teeth.
Ball up your fist,
And thump yourself,
In the jaw.
Edwin Saxton–The Poeming Genius 