Wednesday, July 15, 2009

Polterabend


oksennusta, multaa ja kuolaista räkää
vitut
onks kellään teistä mitään juotavaa
suussa nimittäin maistuu paskalta
vitut
kurlasin hetken viikon vanhalla kiljulla
se on muuttunut itsestään keltaiseksi
vaikkei siinä ole kuin hiivaa ja sokeria
vitut
kuseminen polttaa kuin luciferin hanko
ai saatana, esinahassa on näemmä haava
ei tule tänäänkään mitään runkkaamisesta
panettaakin niin vallan perkeleesti
vitut
onkohan tässä makuupussissa yrjöä vai kusta
miks nää tulitikut on näin epämääräisen märät
savunhaju pyörryttää ja samanaikaisesti vituttaa
jotenkin oudosti sekin on mahdollista
nii et onks kellään teistä mitään juotavaa
vitut

Sunday, July 05, 2009

Land of Nicto or the story of Telarum, Warthog and Swine


'Twas the year of our Lord 1663
on a yonder farm of Northam land
three brown beasts hid together under a tree
escaping the blow of the wicked farmers hand

"Why must be live in fear while the farmer eats brown porridge and mead? We are going to the Land of Nicto where we can eat whenever we want."



They ran together holding a tail in their mouths
escaping in the guise of night
first came Telarum, then Warthog with Swine tagging behind
banding together they knew not to fight

"We are smarter than the stupid man, who fights with his brother and kills our brothers for fun with his hand. We are going to the Land of Nicto where nobody will harm us ever again."

Telarum lead them to a dark cave nearby
where the ceiling built a cathedral
the Swine then lead them into a solemn proposal
a preacher forgetting his filthy ways and sty

"I have thought about this and I can be silent no more. This world is not for us anymore. We are going to the Land of Nicto where we can live as kings and queens."

And so as the Swine went on
a hole started to spin and grow midair
briefly it let out a silent flair
and then grew still and conned:

"Welcome Friends to the Land of Nicto! Step right up and enter me!"

And they grasped their tails and walked right in.

Nobody saw them ever again.