lucygraywoolff

March 26, 2011

From Diaries to Diarrhoea

Filed under: no brain shain — lucygraywoolff @ 11:42 am

ODE TO A WEE NO BRAIN

DUBLIN SEAIN

We’ve been dumped

Upon from a great height.

Look out family

Here comes more lumpen

Pumping

Shiite.

Firstly the Moir’s

On the books of a’

Criminal lawyers!

Then the Rollo’s

Who strollo

Through our life,

Causing endless

Mayhem

And heartrending strife.

 

Then,

Ahem,

Dare I say

Today?

‘Tis wee

Mini-me

(In more ways than one)

Shane,

(seain / john anthHony) B.

An unimportant, uneducated

X rated

No brain.

Totally insane.

‘Were all mad in some way

Or t’other,’

(Oh the steepling of  freudian fingers

Lingers

On his crushed crotch.

Up a notch!

Pursing

Rubber lips.

Slip

And slurp.

Bursting

You see.

‘Ah, you want to sleep with me.’

And I, though plug

Ugghh

Ugly as sin

Do charm.

I smarm

I rock

I am armed

With a miniscule cock.

So I have another wank.

Now let’s be frank

(I’d never find

you behind

the bed covers.

You’d be smothered

Without your child cot

If you shot

Your load.)

An internet based

Spaced

Out

Penis bated

Masturbated

Counsellor.

With no personal therapy.

I ask you

Nae wonder he’s so blue.

Man alive!

In 2005

His newly fledged

Company went to the wa

So the heid the ba

Took it out on me.

You

Do

See.

Dumped HIS toxic

Transference

In my direction.

He ought to be sectioned.

Lied

And cried

To the lutterworth crew.

I didn’t say I (kiss ass) had a Psych

Degree.

Nae wonder he was blue.

Boo

Hoo.

A female with more brains than YOU!

Before the liar leprechaun

Faked death threats

Fabricated

X rated counselling lit;

The pervy shit

The crushed beige

Beige

Rage

Corded weenywagger.

Who was desperate to garner a suitable wage

For CALMA (which went to the wall.)

The under age teenage shagger.

The midgets.

The dwarves.

The doc Mr been and gone

And dunn it.

The, black as the earl

Waistcoat crabbit cunt.

Shithozda.

This monstrous

MMG

Which housed the crabby puss

You see.

Namely named Mengele’s

Mass

Genocide

Practice.

This was less

A doctor’s,

Than a Nazi camp

And the wee Friday 1966 tramp,

Tramped

Through his mess

(of his own making)

Baking

Shiting

Dumping

Farting

Poison

Vitriolic

Colic

Intestinal erupting

Upon the vulnerable

The meek and the mild.

My, how his mass probs ran wild.

He, the runt

Did dunt

He did punt

The wee cunt

Did use

Abuse

Misuse

Confidential

Private

Information.

He thought his station

In life

Was to cause excess

Strife.

He lived in tenement

Gorgie.

Meant

No life

For the wee man

From Dalry

Yet Shane sure didst try

To get famous.

His mongoloid puss

Was always red

With rage.

Anguish was his wage.

The patient

Client

Compliant

WAITING

Anticipating

People in Moorhouse

The Poorhouse

Began to dread

His coming

666

Tom Mix

Did not have a look-in

He was a walking sin.

(shane b’s psychological, undersized physical, emotional,

mental, spiritual and verbal diarrhoea…a condition with fluid faeces)

He split

Ripped

The populace

Into pieces

The troll under the red bridge

With the mind similar in ilk to a subzero fridge.

Evil little nobody

A fellow of NO degree.

I saw you see

Seainy

No brainy

I viewed

I imbued

Your flawed

Clawed

Desperation

At your lack in station

In life

Your psychological scarring

Barring

None.

Dodgy [monster filled]dense

Monstrous transference.

(How dare you

Leave me stuck

With your bad luck

Blues.)

This

(his

folks)

Fake

Make

Out

Psychology Degree

From Uni College Dublin.

You [don’t] see.

(Cos it don’t exist

Which sure makes HIM pissed.)

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