Cod is Dead

Not So Posh Passage

By: Charles Giuliano - Aug 01, 2018

Cod is Dead

Ever more challenging
Raising the bar
No easy steps
As it was back when
In the beginning
Initial avalanche of inspiration
Flurry of words
Spewing out willy nilly
Projectile vomit of
Foul vowels
Crass and carry
Howls of rage
Splashed on a page
Rhyme with reason
Topical tropes
Conjured tales
Eruptions of memory
Lava flows
Napalm torching jungle
Nam June Spiked
Scorched naked children
Or now in cages
Kids of criminals
Longing to be free
Land of opportunists
Me first then you
That’s how I see it
Up yours assholes
So called Christians
Protectors of unborn
Swathed in hypocrisy
Shun the young
Heat oppressed brain
Every more insane
Intuitive gush
Once richly satisfying
Perhaps a smile
Even a tear
Sneer of a crocodile
No more Mr. Nice Guy
Going gets rough
Fork in the road
Two for one
Band on the run
Avast me matey
Hands off me booty
Up the Jolly Rogers
And Hammerstein
Such a merry tune
Heave ho and a bottle of rum
Sail to never never land
From which they say
No traveler returns
Ventures to the dark side
Paths less taken
Beyond all horizons
No red right returning
Channel sickness
Barfing your guts out
Hooked on dope
The horror the horror
Banks not so grand
Where god is just cod
Fiddle faddle fish
Darn and be damned
Hoist the colors
Red white and blues
With Captain Cooked
Uncharted voyage
Rounding the Cape
Without Hope