Sunday, October 22, 2006

The Weresnot

the wizened, weaseled, wasted mind
stood alone in distance from it's kind
the reek, the stench of leprous intent
the gurgling place where thoughts ferment
the pseudo mind with pompous breath
all arrogance and stolen wealth
puffing code the thoughts are tame
and hide behind a veil of shame
the moon it rose in its minds eye
prompted it to leave its sty
the pseudo soul stole others glory
intruded in anothers' story
malice drowned the human sun
spoiled a game and called it fun
the pith that lies within that breast
will always falter at true test
to have a thought to call its own
truly inspired by itself alone
is a feat beyond the empty pot
of the red eyed, raving weresnot
.
fubsnot

Fuboween

Beat the drums, sound the rhythm then
Don't expect to raise the fusty minds of men
The hoarsest shout be lifted and harnessed still
Sweet fortunes notes arrest the bitter pill
-
The fawning cavalcade invokes it's fallow wit
Bringing down the grinding, mindless bit
That choked the life of every soul that strayed
Into the crusted chasm, that held it's foul decay
-
Hopeful laughter lasts only 'til the falling moon
Stabbed on the silence that filters in the gloom
Forced to hide among clinging shadows' light
Trembled in it's bile filled coil of spite
-
Fanciful yet mindful of the wretched watcher's eye
Began the dance, unmasked the wicked, swollen spy
Hammered the beat to curb the cussed, feared despite
Shivered as the day became the night
-
Whirled and wheeled on threatened, tarnished field
Took the blood, to stave the horrors of its' yield
Held no delight in the frantic swash and sway-
Yet drank the life, to keep the craven beasts at bay
-
At last when quenched, frenetic dancers done
Then left there, strewn, unfocused, awaiting sun
Implore the spirits that fed and curdled fears
To rest this night, the mortals lying here
.
fubpagan

Thursday, October 19, 2006

Bad Ghost

he tried he tricked he troubled he trembled
he made the face that most resembled
a warped and shrivelled ghastly vision
a vastly scary apparition
he wailed he warbled he watched he waited
his enthusiasm unabated
he banged he crashed he chucked he blew
he just didnt seem to be getting through
he shrieked he screamed he shouted he shuffled
his groans and moans left them unruffled
despite his efforts to fright and scare
he just didnt seem to get anywhere
he gathered together all his resources
he hit them fully with ghostly forces
but finally his energy paled
now he'd always be known as the ghost that failed
he floated away despondent and sad
he'd tried his best to be scary and bad
he thought they'd been strong immune to his feats
but they'd simply been busy watching tv
.
fubhorror

Tuesday, October 17, 2006

Nothing

there wasnt any time to take it in
there wasnt any space to worry in
there wasnt any place for joy or sin
there wasnt anything since this thing
there was no warning no noise or din
there was no fright or fear of limb
there was no heartbeat inside of him
there was no feeling since this thing
there was no moment when memories rushed
no sensation at all as he was crushed
no notion that his time had rushed
nothing at all since the cars had touched
now his body torn and smashed
now his futurebeaten and bashed
now his past has turned to ash
nothing at all since his car crashed
.
fubdriver

Thursday, October 12, 2006

The Letters

he worked all the day
but the letters came
then he worked in the night
but still the letters came
he toiled in the snow
in not enough clothes
but still the bloody letters came
he fought against the heat
but the letters came
till it burst his head
still the letters came
he tried his very best
and he took no rest
but still the bloody letters came
he never even stopped
but the letters came
til the day he dropped
still the letters came
on the day that he died
while his widow cried
even then the bloody letters came
when she sat and mourned
still the letters came
when she had no more
still the letters came
they threatened and raged
with every page
and still the bloody letters came
when she could take no more
the bloody letters came
when they saw she was poor
still the letters came
when the money ran out
the bastards took her house
and still the fucking letters came
.
fub bastards

Wednesday, October 11, 2006

The McFub

He wobbled and jiggled
and bobbled and shook
and wiggled and slithered
and gurgled and took
a bumbling and stumbling and fumbling long time
to reach his goal one small step at a time
he flubbered and blubbered
and bimbled and spread
and gobbled and swallowed
and lolloped his head
he wibbled and dribbled to make his way back
so that he could stuff in another big mac
.
fubfood

Monday, October 09, 2006

The Rascal

the trees bristled in their empty anger
the breeze whistled clearly of its danger
the leaves fled the branches like golden feathers
abandoned their home to this cold weather
the sun shivered in its unhelpful gloom
glowed only palely in its omen of doom
the sky hung just above the buildings heads
the man tramped past with feet of lead
dim clouds bulged on the murky set
splashing toward the grinning threat
the rascal hid himself lost in shade
deep within the abetting glade
the man came closer unaware
the rascal pulled the man in there
the rascals blade was sharp and ready
his fist was hard his grip was steady
the man felt only the first thrust
then his life just left him left his trust
the murder scene was bound with tape
to passers by a theft a rape
no name or knowledge did the landscape show
no clue or hint to let us know
it held its silence without shame
and never gave us the rascals name
.
fubmurder

Fub Bitch

if you're in the nick
with a tattoo like this
there's a really strong chance
that you'll be someone's bitch
.
fubart

Saturday, October 07, 2006

Fub Poetry

in the moonlight
in the starlight
in the sunlight
in the fading light
at midnight
under streetlight
by candlelight
by the firelight
by the lamplight
i catch a sight,
of my reflection
it's shite.......
wanna fight?

.

fubfighter