THE FORGERY
Her name was Clare, she was a few
years older than my I;
Clare had big breasts that
mesmerised me and she
would flirt with me, move in
real close and make me blush
and turn away –
“Would you do something
for me?” Clare asked
of me one day, “I’d really
appreciate it” she said
smiling and thrusting out
her chest.
“Okay” I said.
“Would you go and cash
this script?” she said
handing me a prescription
that was tightly folded
into small square;
as I took the paper from
her hand, her fingers
softly and briefly clasped
mine and she fluttered
her eyes and I looked
at her wonderful
cleavage and said
“Sure, okay”
The pharmacy was
close by, on the way
I unfolded the script,
a blind man could have
seen the obvious added
forgery
for amphetamine;
that didn’t stop me,
I thought of Clare’s
breasts and that
beautiful cleavage.
“It’ll take a few
minutes to process,
please take a seat”
said the pharmacist
smiling and friendly.
I sat down and just
a few minutes later 2
plain-clothed police
officers, a male and
female, approached me
and placed the hand of the
law upon me and took me
down to the station
where I was finger-printed,
questioned, to which I
responded with silence
and then placed into a
cell –
40 minutes later I
heard the wailing and
confessing, screeching
tearful tones of Clare;
On the day of our
court appearance Clare
wouldn’t even look
at me and her mother
believed that I had
forged the script and
looked at me with
disgust;
we received 12 months
probation each.
Several years later I
learnt that Clare had been
involved in an RTA and
was now in a forever
wheelchair,
but
I could only think of
those breasts,
of that magical cleavage
as she dances
free and child-like in
an amphetamine whirl
of sensual
eternal ecstasy.
A CORRECTION OF BIBLICAL PROPORTIONS
Let’s talk it straight,
Jesus was known to take wine
what is not so commonly known
was that
He was also a pot-head,
fine and beautiful
middle east grass
the most spiritual of all weed!
God’s own personal stash!
One day 5000 people
follow Jesus to a place
that was sparse
and dry and isolated;
they wanted to hear
His words and
they wanted to see
something impressive.
First thing that Jesus did
was to turn the masses on
with some Heavenly weed
and to calm things
down a little
and to help prepare
the peoples for a teaching;
During His sharing of
Love and Wisdom,
the masses became hungry;
they got the munchies
as a result
of the sacred weed;
they became a little restless as
their stomachs
rumbled and groaned.
Jesus had a situation
he hadn’t expected;
before Him were
5000 hungry,
potential believers and he
needed to help
them out or
his reputation
would be shot,
oh shit!
A couple of his disciples
managed to scrounge
up two fish
and five
loaves of bread
and then,
hey man!
a miracle
‘The feeding of the 5000’
Initially
It was
‘The weeding of the 5000’
but history
and time
and words
and politics
have altered
and distorted
such learning.
A GUY CALLED HENRY THAT YOU DIDN’T KNOW
“Give me a kiss!” he said.
“Listen Henry’, I said smiling,
‘I’ve a reputation to upkeep
and kissing a drunken gypsy in a
hotel room on a Friday afternoon
could rip it apart;
besides what would my seniors at the office think!
HEY! What the fuck would my wife say?”
“GO ON! GIVE ME A KISS!” he roared,
swaying on his feet,
beer can in hand,
grinning a black toothed, gold toothed grin.
“It’s out of the question Henry’, I said and then,
‘Here, I’ve brought you some food”
“YOU DO LOVE ME!”
Henry barked, laughing.
I nodded slowly; I couldn’t deny it;
Henry was Roma, he was a scoundrel and
a husband and father, a brother
and an uncle and grandfather,
he was a drinker and a gambler
and a friend and enemy to many
and he was one of the most
endearing and honest of people
I have ever met;
he made me laugh and smile
and he provoked me into thinking
and contemplating like few people
have done and he lived life
as it came at him.
Dead now;
perhaps four or five years;
heart attack;
Henry was prepared for his end,
the world didn’t stop,
not even for a moment
and he wouldn’t have wanted it to.
IT WAS AMONGST
One of the most dumbest
things I have ever done in
my life;
I knew it was dumb
but I couldn’t stop myself
and as I over-took the
motorcycle cop on the
inside, I thought to
myself ‘This is a fucking
dumb thing to be doing’
within moments the cop
was passing me and
gesturing me to pull-over;
I glided the Yamaha over
to the road-side, killed the
engine, parked and walked
over to where he stood;
“Take off your helmet”
he said
I did so without question
and said
“Listen officer, that was
stupid what I just did”
my breath hit him hard
and his face grimaced
and he asked
“Have you been drinking?”
“Not this morning officer” I said
“That doesn’t humour me,
when did you take your last
drink?”
“About 9pm last night” I lied
“And how much did you drink?”
he asked,
“Two glasses of wine” I lied
“Smells like 2 bottles of wine”
he said,
how the fuck did he know?
I thought to myself.
“You’re lucky, I don’t have
the breathalysing kit. What you
just did was idiotic, it was
just plain dumb, are you dumb?”
he asked.
“I guess so” I said
“Where are you going?” he said
“To work” I said.
“Okay, go on, I’ll be
watching you” he said
waving me away.
I climbed back onto the
machine and pulled away
into the creeping
lines of traffic and
looked into the mirrors
and watched as the cop
got smaller and smaller
and when he vanished
from view, I opened up
the throttle; being late
for work 2 days in a
row wasn’t going to
look good.
Her name was Clare, she was a few
years older than my I;
Clare had big breasts that
mesmerised me and she
would flirt with me, move in
real close and make me blush
and turn away –
“Would you do something
for me?” Clare asked
of me one day, “I’d really
appreciate it” she said
smiling and thrusting out
her chest.
“Okay” I said.
“Would you go and cash
this script?” she said
handing me a prescription
that was tightly folded
into small square;
as I took the paper from
her hand, her fingers
softly and briefly clasped
mine and she fluttered
her eyes and I looked
at her wonderful
cleavage and said
“Sure, okay”
The pharmacy was
close by, on the way
I unfolded the script,
a blind man could have
seen the obvious added
forgery
for amphetamine;
that didn’t stop me,
I thought of Clare’s
breasts and that
beautiful cleavage.
“It’ll take a few
minutes to process,
please take a seat”
said the pharmacist
smiling and friendly.
I sat down and just
a few minutes later 2
plain-clothed police
officers, a male and
female, approached me
and placed the hand of the
law upon me and took me
down to the station
where I was finger-printed,
questioned, to which I
responded with silence
and then placed into a
cell –
40 minutes later I
heard the wailing and
confessing, screeching
tearful tones of Clare;
On the day of our
court appearance Clare
wouldn’t even look
at me and her mother
believed that I had
forged the script and
looked at me with
disgust;
we received 12 months
probation each.
Several years later I
learnt that Clare had been
involved in an RTA and
was now in a forever
wheelchair,
but
I could only think of
those breasts,
of that magical cleavage
as she dances
free and child-like in
an amphetamine whirl
of sensual
eternal ecstasy.
A CORRECTION OF BIBLICAL PROPORTIONS
Let’s talk it straight,
Jesus was known to take wine
what is not so commonly known
was that
He was also a pot-head,
fine and beautiful
middle east grass
the most spiritual of all weed!
God’s own personal stash!
One day 5000 people
follow Jesus to a place
that was sparse
and dry and isolated;
they wanted to hear
His words and
they wanted to see
something impressive.
First thing that Jesus did
was to turn the masses on
with some Heavenly weed
and to calm things
down a little
and to help prepare
the peoples for a teaching;
During His sharing of
Love and Wisdom,
the masses became hungry;
they got the munchies
as a result
of the sacred weed;
they became a little restless as
their stomachs
rumbled and groaned.
Jesus had a situation
he hadn’t expected;
before Him were
5000 hungry,
potential believers and he
needed to help
them out or
his reputation
would be shot,
oh shit!
A couple of his disciples
managed to scrounge
up two fish
and five
loaves of bread
and then,
hey man!
a miracle
‘The feeding of the 5000’
Initially
It was
‘The weeding of the 5000’
but history
and time
and words
and politics
have altered
and distorted
such learning.
A GUY CALLED HENRY THAT YOU DIDN’T KNOW
“Give me a kiss!” he said.
“Listen Henry’, I said smiling,
‘I’ve a reputation to upkeep
and kissing a drunken gypsy in a
hotel room on a Friday afternoon
could rip it apart;
besides what would my seniors at the office think!
HEY! What the fuck would my wife say?”
“GO ON! GIVE ME A KISS!” he roared,
swaying on his feet,
beer can in hand,
grinning a black toothed, gold toothed grin.
“It’s out of the question Henry’, I said and then,
‘Here, I’ve brought you some food”
“YOU DO LOVE ME!”
Henry barked, laughing.
I nodded slowly; I couldn’t deny it;
Henry was Roma, he was a scoundrel and
a husband and father, a brother
and an uncle and grandfather,
he was a drinker and a gambler
and a friend and enemy to many
and he was one of the most
endearing and honest of people
I have ever met;
he made me laugh and smile
and he provoked me into thinking
and contemplating like few people
have done and he lived life
as it came at him.
Dead now;
perhaps four or five years;
heart attack;
Henry was prepared for his end,
the world didn’t stop,
not even for a moment
and he wouldn’t have wanted it to.
IT WAS AMONGST
One of the most dumbest
things I have ever done in
my life;
I knew it was dumb
but I couldn’t stop myself
and as I over-took the
motorcycle cop on the
inside, I thought to
myself ‘This is a fucking
dumb thing to be doing’
within moments the cop
was passing me and
gesturing me to pull-over;
I glided the Yamaha over
to the road-side, killed the
engine, parked and walked
over to where he stood;
“Take off your helmet”
he said
I did so without question
and said
“Listen officer, that was
stupid what I just did”
my breath hit him hard
and his face grimaced
and he asked
“Have you been drinking?”
“Not this morning officer” I said
“That doesn’t humour me,
when did you take your last
drink?”
“About 9pm last night” I lied
“And how much did you drink?”
he asked,
“Two glasses of wine” I lied
“Smells like 2 bottles of wine”
he said,
how the fuck did he know?
I thought to myself.
“You’re lucky, I don’t have
the breathalysing kit. What you
just did was idiotic, it was
just plain dumb, are you dumb?”
he asked.
“I guess so” I said
“Where are you going?” he said
“To work” I said.
“Okay, go on, I’ll be
watching you” he said
waving me away.
I climbed back onto the
machine and pulled away
into the creeping
lines of traffic and
looked into the mirrors
and watched as the cop
got smaller and smaller
and when he vanished
from view, I opened up
the throttle; being late
for work 2 days in a
row wasn’t going to
look good.
