[a country in which doggerel has to be defended has lost its poetic soul - BHD. Cream Crackered appeared in the collection No EasyPlace. All The Hurt Children appeared in the anthology, Night Balancing (Blinking Eye).]
CREAM CRACKERED
I’m buggered
I’m knackered
Plum tuckered
Cream crackered
I’m Lancashire hot potted
I’m freshly juiced
I’m steak and kidney pied
I’m babaganoushed
I’m vegetable casseroled
I’m pork chop grilled
I’m red bean saladed
I’m pitta pockets filled
Jam sandwiched
Exhausted
I’m jiggered
I’m tired
No I’m not
I’m wired
I’m full of beans
I’m topped up with coffee
I’m mean
I’m exhilarated
Not enervated
I’m full of go
Not slow
I’m Irish stewed
I’m egg and chipped
I’m sausage and mashed
I’m guacamole dipped
I’m chocolate gateaued
I’m jellied eeled
I’m cole slawed
My eyes are peeled
I’m pastaed
I’m pizzaed
I’m wholegrain milled
I’m milk spilled
I’m puffed
I’m stuffed
I’m blowed
I’ve slowed.
I’m buggered
I’m knackered
Plum tuckered
Cream crackered
All The Hurt Children
Write on the water write on the sand
Write on the air on the back of your hand
What do hurt children grow up to be?
Someone like me. Someone like me.
Whisper to fire whisper to stone
Whisper to starlight when you’re alone
What do hurt children grow up to do?
Something like you. Something like you.
Cry for tomorrow cry for today
Cry for the past that took you away
When do hurt children shed the last tear?
Never I fear. Never I fear.
Run from the shadow Run from the light
Run from the echo you hear in the night.
Why do hurt children travel so fast?
Fear of the past Fear of the past.
Sleep in the ocean sleep in the earth
Fall through the sky from the day of your birth
What do hurt children do with their lives?
Each one survives each one survives.
The Race
I also ran some of us fell
And then were shot each for a spell
Had seemed quite safe and doing well
Some dared to win some broke the rules
Some were wise and some were fools
A few were used as others tools
Some made their art some liked to fart
Hard at times to tell apart
Some were lucky right from the start
Some were cut some were doped
Some were bridled some were roped
Some cajoled and some soft soaped
Some were whipped to drive them on
Some were tripped to bring them down
Some were tipped to take the crown
Some went past the winning post
Some survived to drink the toast
Some regretted but not most
Some would run it all again
Myself I have to say the pain
Was nicely balanced by the gain
Exit Strategy
There’s a side door in the prison
So the old lags say
And if only you can find it
You’re sure to get away
There’s a clothes chute to the basement
There’s a lift shaft to the floor
There’s a fire escape to climb down
If you can’t take any more
There’s a let-out in the contract
There’s an option to restore
The status ante bellum
(that’s the way you were before)
Right behind the bookcase
There’s a tunnel to the beach
There’s a secret spiral staircase
To somewhere out of reach
There’s a button on the harness
That will bring you quick release
Just thump it when you’re ready
To enjoy eternal peace
There’s a twist and there’s a turn
That you can make when things get tight
There’s a lesson you can learn
When the truth begins to bite
There’s a form of words to help you
When you’re wriggling off the hook
And a permanent eraser
For your entry in the book
But repentance and redemption
Wait whichever way you look
Yes atonement and redemption
Wait whichever way you look
Sins of the Parents
Did you do a bad thing Daddy?
Down at the office today
Did you do a bad thing Daddy?
Daddy, would you say?
No child, I did a good thing
I made bright bullets fly
Into the flesh of living sheep
To see how they might die
Did you do a bad thing Daddy?
Down at the office today
Did you do a bad thing Daddy?
Daddy, would you say?
No child, I did a good thing
I grew a virus there
To bring the deaths of many
When it whispers to the air
Did you do a bad thing Daddy?
Down at the office today
Did you do a bad thing Daddy?
Daddy, would you say?
No child, I did a good thing
I filled young minds with hate
And sent them out in anger
To where the victims wait
Did you do a bad thing Daddy?
Down at the office today
Did you do a bad thing Daddy?
Daddy, would you say?
No child, I did a good thing
I wove a cloth of lies
And wrapped the truth within it
To hide from prying eyes
Did you do a bad thing Daddy?
Daddy tell me true
Did you do a bad thing Daddy?
Oh yes, but just for you.

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March 19, 2013 at 11:58 am
thisisnotametaphor
These are great poems. Rough, tough, vivid, vibrant, clear, heartfelt and accessible. And by tagging them as The Doggerel and leaving such a great quote on said subject from BHD you manage to create a smokescreen of self deprecation in which you can slip under the wire and then get in close and go mano a mano with the gatekeepers… Respect to BHD