Employed

Posted on by phillippa68

work ethics Vs starvation…

The day has come and I’m annoyed
Our well is dry I must concede
It seems I’ll have to be employed
A part time job is what I need

For we have hungry mouths to feed
It’s something that we can’t avoid
And so it seems they’re all agreed
The day has come and I’m annoyed

Those extra freedoms I’ve enjoyed
No longer will be guaranteed
We’re floating in a cashless void
Our well is dry I must concede

And so with talent I must lead
My skill set has to be deployed
I’m labour-bound and can’t be freed
It seems I’ll have to be employed

Of conscience I have been devoid
From working ethics I have fleed
My scruples, are but all destroyed
A part time job is what I need

My ship sits idle, anchored, buoyed
Though wailing winds prevail and plead
So bludge no more on land ahoyed
To job horizon, I’ll proceed

The day has come…

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Copyright P J Ross
04082013

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Lustre

Posted on by phillippa68

I’m a little steamed…

The smear campaign is wearing thin
Your jokes are getting old,
This bullied shit is weighing in
You assholes must be told,

My name is such a dirty word
You can’t seem to abolish,
You’re all convinced this well crapped turd
can take some two-bit polish,

Well, sorry people that’s not me
I’ve frankly had enough,
For anyone can damn well see
I mostly come out rough,

So don’t poohoo my label, folks
I know I don’t pass muster,
Forget the buff, the thousand strokes
This shit won’t gain no lustre!

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Copyright P J Ross
05122016

Image created by P J Ross

 

Hellstra

Posted on by phillippa68

you pack of incompetent bastards…

Your outages are wearing thin
This client’s copped it on the chin
and NO, it’s not a passing phase
To get online takes fucking days

I rang and waited on the phone
But got the hint I’m on my own
You’re on the nose, your service pongs
Your tips just didn’t right my wrongs

I listened to your dumb advice
I disconnected damned device
Delays are only getting worse
I’ve suffered through the red light curse

Yes, as I feel the Hellstra burn
I wonder…will my joy return?
My internet is on the blink
As hosts go, pal, you fucking stink

You promised you had sorted it
Your CEO is full of shit
I have no fucking web address
I’ve just closed down my business

You pricks have rarely got my back
You will not ease it up my jack
I’m so crapped off, your Telco sucks
You’ve shafted me and thieved my bucks

I’m going broke I’m in a hole
Some heads had better fucking roll
My broadband is a piece of snot
I’m billed for shit I haven’t got

So there it is, you must agree
How dare you pull that shit on me?
Ten days I had no internet
You blew me off, you made me fret

So don’t have the audacity
To charge me an outstanding fee
My payment shall be somewhat late
Because you bastards made me wait!

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Copyright P J Ross
04122016

Image created by P J Ross

 

Bird

Posted on by phillippa68

I am a…

Inside an egg I’m specially made
I grace the world whilst getting laid
Protected, nurtured till I hatch
I’m bald and squawking, whatta catch
I am a bird…

So now I’m someones precious pet
My antics make the internet
I’m tethered good, they’ve got me chained
They seem to think I should be trained
I am a bird…

Well…

I’ve mocked and mimicked all I’ve heard
I’ve mastered every dirty word
I ate my seed I’ll have you know
and even drank the H20
Yes, I’m a bird…

This beak is sharp, my shriek is shrill
I just shit on their window sill
When horny I’ll just root my perch
And if I went, I’d swear in church
For I am bird…

There’s no more I’m prepared to do
I’m done with circus tricks for you
I did that stupid little dance
For Christ sake give my wings a chance
I am a bird!

That big blue sky is all I see
You heartless bastards, set me free!
I’ll make your home life hell on earth
and screech for all I’m fucking worth
‘Cause, I’m a bird

Later…

The feathers flew and not just mine
I got the flick, I crossed the line
A life of freedom now preferred
It paid to be a downright turd
A fucking bird!

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Copyright P J Ross
–03/12/2016–

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Straw, Sticks, Bricks & Plastic

Posted on by phillippa68

a curly tail of dodgy porkmanship…

Pig built a house, entirely straw
Yet that would be his major flaw
The Big Bad Wolf just blew it down
So Piglet moved to Timbertown…

To brother’s house, the one of wood
It pissed on straw and so it should
He bunked with Spare Ribs for awhile
Till Wolf appeared with ghoulish smile

One manky dose of maggot breath
Soon huffed and puffed that house to death
Reduced to kindling on the ground
No trace of shelter to be found

Pork loins fled crumpled pile of sticks
to Big Ham’s haven lined with bricks
But no respite in Wolf’s attacks
That mofo blew through builders cracks

The shit-scared bros’ would tremble, quake
Once mortar split, the pork would shake
As howling wind ensued inside
The frightened snorters screeched and cried

“All shonky tradespigs should be shot
This house of stone, it ain’t, it’s not
Don’t trust pink brickers, here’s the proof
The frickin’ walls won’t hold the roof

and down bricks came
and that’s the truth…

So…

Hogs hightailed in their shit-filled pants
The grotty trotters one last chance:
Their couzin Speck’s mod new-age home:
A small clear moulded plastic dome…

It wasn’t straw or bricks or twigs
But safe, strong house for homeless pigs
Arriving, wolf huffed through his beard
Through intercom, the bacon jeered

“We just engaged in lock-down mode
The password’s gone, we ate the code
Your puff can’t penetrate this shield
Our crackling’s safe, we’re vaccum sealed”

“You’re packed like porkchops,” Wolfie sneered
“Your own pig-heads you should have feared”
As they squealed “BLOW me, Wolf”, he’d shout
“Well, no air in, means NONE gets out!”

A four-course meal he’d commandeered
as Slow-Cook-Pig-Spit-Roast appeared
His words lived on to be revered
Seems Wolfie was the one who cheered…

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Copyright P J Ross
26012013

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Grain

Posted on by phillippa68

more than just a speck…

There is no doubt
One grain of sand
Himself alone
Could make a stand

He has no clout
For on his own
He’s in a drought
He’s just unknown

But should he band
This grain of sand
With kindred specks
Then hand in hand

There is no doubt
In clumped command
A mountain grand
They’d surely tout

A mountain clanned
A mountain manned
A hill would stand
Without a doubt

In no demand
One grain alone
Just sits about
With life unplanned

He’s on his own
And all alone
Unclumped, unclanned
His shores unfanned

He’s back to bland
With life unspanned
And just one speck
A speck of sand

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Copyright Phillippa J Ross
10032016

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