Fishing in the Rivers of Life

Tag: dark humour

  • Chick’n Chips

    Chick’n Chips from myfavorite Sarf London store —you know the one,bullet holes in the door.Customers scream,and they shout —heaven knowswhat they’re on about. Consumers eclectic,including me,ponderingwhat to havefor their tea. Chicken thighs?Dodgy pies?Maybe even,Curly fries? Standing there, contemplating,I wonder how longI’ll be waiting. Spicy wings?Onion rings?Napkin rings?You must be joking. Delivery riders —they seldom smile.Perhapsthey’ve…

  • On The Way Home

    On the way home,Not that anyone cares,I’m just gladIf nobody stares. Who knows whatMacabre vicesThey all watch onMobile devices, Staring at phonesLike spaced-out monkeys —They’re allSocial media junkies. The devil’s work,As I’ve frequently said —I guess we’ll find outWhen we are dead. And when you arriveIn that celestial dock,You find it is for somethingYou posted…