Jiff

When in doubt Jiff it out!

There's much to gain 

From staying FAR away

When you Jiff them out:

Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste - 

Sans Everything. 

Only then do they 

Lose their clout

Rob(bin) son of a Dustbin

Dustbin man 

Dustbin mind

Go back to your

dustbin kind

Humpty man (is)

Dumpty blind

Go back to your

Brain-fogged mind

Snitching man

Dirt. dumb. And blind

Rotting-away with 

your dustbin kind

Rob(bin) Dustbin sacrificial goat

Who is Robin? I hear you ask  he -

foolishly boasting

He is 'Gosport mafiaaaa'?

Who is this dustbin? In reality? 

Not much best to step back, behold

Thissss sssnitch from afar as 

Entangled TRAPPED caged. 

His leathery face now a bloated disgrace and

just like the Gimp this

Neighbourhood wimp  

As he gets in his car, let's  note from afar that

He AIN'T no Mafiaaa.

Many just like him; these nasty, nosy 

scrawny red-faced Humpties

with their  Ugly Dumpty bloat - These Rob(bin) Dustbins

And WHO do they think they are kidding? 

WHICH of the Jones' are they so 

Desperately up-keeping??

As ugly Dumpty jumps into his ORDINARY black GF 58 EOX

This sacrificed Lambert goat is clearly no fox

This particular Dumpty once lived at Flat Matt 22, 

And as a Peeping Tom this bloated goat

Sh*..t on his own Matt. Yes he did!

This Rob 

    Rob(bin)  son if a Dustbin 

          Hee-haw donkey Hewett

Loves playing dumb- but at his age it's making him 

Look like scrawny Dave:

That perennial Gung HO! Christmas suet

Now barely tolerated by his Catholic woo-man

He's been relegated to her dusty backroom

That's where Robin Rat-breast sleeps,

Peeping & Snitching for his monthly upkeep.

When this cheap man is not a-scheming. And a-scamming

We can see him online, up to his VILE activities

These neighbourhood snitches at Flat Matt 22- AND 44

Their Foggy brains unravelling like ageing fishy glue.

Wellow

 Well!

HI !

Darling Daughters of Mine

🌺🌺🌺🌺🌺

Greetings from the holiday HI

In a lovely Green Room 

by the by

🌻

Within a multitude in bloom

💚💚💚

Rolled up towels full of Ooomm!

And the Luxury of 

So many hours

Hugs and kisses

from this here Ms Missis

From me to you my darlings

By the by

🌸🌸🌸

The Tide

There once lived an ambitious young man 

Who discovered the secret to Growth -  

(real growth)

A particular kind of growth 

Potentially beneficial to countless:

And though Visible to all - 

Everyday and in every way

 yet somehow. He saw things in

Another way

So anyway...

He decided to share his dream 

Knocking on doors and talking

He talked and talked and talked to 

anyone and to everyone

The months turning into years

His voice going gravelly hoarse as

Some laughed or were openly rude 

Yet others attempted to copy 

Or blatantly plagiarised

Whilst others quietly dissuaded in - 

A myriad of ways 

Behind his back.

All the while thinking:

How DARE he? Think different!

How dare he? See different!

How dare he? Talk different!

The real surprise was that often

The greatest resistance came from his own people.

Same sex, same race, same culture 

Same religion. 

Then one day things came to a head

and finally someone stepped up

and stood up for him.

Turning the tables they cried:

How dare YOU speak this way?

How dare you behave this way

How dare you act this way?

Only then did the Tide begin 

To really turn

Vertical Lines

Victor taught us much in his quest to seek out 

the meaning behind the shadows -

shining a light into the recesses of man's mind.

Of all the thousands of words he uttered

It is the image of the Bird and the Sunlight:

Beyond those Vertical Lines 

His words - at least for me tonight 

the only ones containing any Real Meaning.

Today & tonight surrounded as IAm

by this hideous sea of gilded grey

I watch closely as unobserved, 

he slides yet another small piece of bread 

into the inner pocket of his jacket

And all those old vertical lines from before? 

Although now long gone

They remain deeply embedded within his soul.

And tonight across this vast ocean of space and silence 

I learn that residing amongst his satin-lined pockets

One can find not only crusts and crumbs

But also the crumbs and keys

(To Frank lest we forget)