Please refrain from
Licking flames
Burnt asunder
From yonder boneyard
Down under
(Darling’s taking names)

Ripper learns to purge
The Bell Curve…

Don’t forget the half-time munchies!
It’d be a crying shame
To deprive those pigskin monkeys.
Ooh-ooh, ah-ah!
Hubby’s money looks

Blood moon awakens
The king’s fool, forsaken
Owed wild oats sown,
B(r)ought to own

Reaper roasts
Baby artichokes,
Harvested from fiery moats
Beyond ravenous echoes
Of boasting gloats
And dead dial tones
(Disconnected phones)

Wolfman won’t take blame;
He trades a stepping-stone pounding
For a stippled pound of fat-shame.

Exchanged in ballroom rounds
Beneath Southern Belle gowns,
Shots resound —
(London Bridge)
They all fall down.

© Jane Bled 2016-2017
All Rights Reserved

GNINRAW © Jane Bled

Can’t we all just get along? Kumbayah for real…

Thank you for lending me your ears.


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About Jane Bled

Dreaming, writing, singing. Curious queer human. Soul-deep; heart speaks.


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