News for June 2010

G.O.T.S.D.

You thought that this god thing
Was about your own wrong and regret.
No.
I say No. But
It doesn’t matter what I say.

The God Of The Starving Dog says:
Hear me!
I hunger!
Christ almighty I hunger!
My ribs scream out my want
And a scale’s upon my eye!
And oh my children.
My children twist, and turn and snap their jaws
And spitting blood they fall upon each other,
Such is their plight!
For this
And for much besides
Your time is coming.
Even in my desolation I see your face,
And I say, I will remember you.

Thus saith the God.

Yes. Well.

Never mind about the God, but at the very least you
Should heed this from me:
You can be sure the Dog is about.
He might not be your dog
But he’s a hungry dog
And he chains and paces now,
Tonight,
Behind an old and broken fence.
You figure it out.

Posted: June 27th, 2010
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The Gods Dream

To be sung by little girls with skipping rope

See the moon a sickle-horn, see the God sleep

His Doggy caught a fish in the sea so deep

Deep in the valley where the little dogs play

Down came the big Dog happy one day

Happy and sniffing he fry that fish

Put fishy things in the little dogs dish

Little dogs eat now, put it all away

Sleep with the God now, starve another day.

Posted: June 27th, 2010
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Traditional

My glasses need cleanin’
Dear ‘Liza
Dear ‘Liza
My glasses need cleanin’
But I can’t be fucked

With what will you clean ’em
Dear Henry
Dear Henry

With what will you clean ’em
Dear Henry
With what

I told you
Dear ‘Liza
Dear ‘Liza
I can’t be fucked.
We’ve been married too long.
You don’t listen to a word I say.

Posted: June 26th, 2010
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The Cold Call

A wayward Christian Soldier
Came buzzing at my door
Life’s problems to discuss with me
Like pestilence, famine war

Pestilence, famine, war, I said
To these I am no stranger
In fact a plague of dog and cat
Puts me in constant danger

Let me tell you Soldier Girl
About my whiskered plague:
They’ve eaten me from home and hearth
And thus a famine made

And from the depths of petly famine
Comes the breath of war
They say there will be petly blood
Spilt here upon the floor

And cat has moblised her best
Her troops are undivided
The doggish cavalry is at rest
Their rout could be decisive!

The potted plants will side with dog
(They’re sick of being eaten)
The shoes and squeaky toys with cat
(The dog will be their victim)

And so the nations of the flat
Will soon become quite tribal
Aligning now with dog and cat
(Goldfish support is vital)

They’ll join upon the Plane of Rug
In deepest South Lounge Room
One side will sample victory
The other certain doom

And history and songs of bards
Will sing of The Great War
That pitted force of dog and cat
Right there upon the floor

So. As you understand, right now,
I’m planning reconstruction.
The postwar period’s coming soon,
I don’t need the disruption

Of early morning Christian Soldiers
Pushing their own barrow
So kindly bugger off my dear –
And don’t come back tomorrow.

Posted: June 26th, 2010
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