NaPoWriMo Day 18: Sick in the Head

First of all, an apology for falling behind. Between spending time with Grim and seeing Akala to then having a broken phone charger I were a tad out of sorts for a few days but rest assured I’m back and firing on all cylinders.


The following piece deals with responding to a poem in a different way, in that a response from one poet to another became a collaborative piece between Grim and I.



No-one seems to think I’m a threat at all,
I guess once again I’ve got everybody fooled,
I’m as raw as fuck when I need to be,
it’s like watching an old man commit bestiality,
fucking a horse without a condom on,
and no lube? Man that’s  seriously wrong!
But that’s the sort of thing on the internet today,
and if it aint on youtube, it’s on redtube anyway!
It’s sick the stuff people record and upload for fun,
Like someone smashing a wine bottle thats up their bum,
people record nonces whilst their touching up little kids,
stick it on redtube it’ll get ten thousand or more hits!
Some people really are sadistic sick little things,
when they watch 2 girls eat shit that came from their rings, and even though i will admit that that one was a fake,
there’s people out there that eat human cock like it’s steak!

If you search hard enough, i’m sure you will find,
snuff mixed with porno’s,

you’ve gotta be out of your mind, if you search for that stuff you’ve actually got to be sick,
and if you claim you ain’t you’re a delusional prick!


Everybody’s been asking, where is Maddy McCann?
well I’ll tell you where, with some sick fucking man,
who grabbed her from her parents, as quick as a flash,
got her to a new country performing sex acts for cash,
getting her and others to get down on their knees,
till they die horribly, either from overdose or disease!


Coz each and every person is twisted in some little way,
don’t matter if you’re black or white, or even straight or gay, it takes all types just to actually be sick in the head,
and if thats not evident from everything I’ve said,
just take a look at people fucking the dead!

Coz some fuckers just do that shit for kicks,
and if you ask me i think that shit’s far too sick,
and in this world, man, i know i’ll never be too surprised,

how sick things can be when saddam’s hanging was televised!

That’s  the sort of stuff people these days will pay to see,
or at least they’ll download it off torrents for free,
it’s easy for you to find it if you know where to look,
as are Abu Hamza’s sermons,

the sick cunt with the hook,

telling gulliable cunts to blow up things everywhere,

to kill themselves and millions, without a care!
Paedos tunes still played daily in over 100 countries,
probably one for eack kid who R Kelly had their virginity!

Glitter aint much better, he died out in taiwan,
for fucking children from here to Hong Kong!
Huntley, the caretaker, took care of Holly and Jess,
by sticking their bodies in the furnace, to save on the mess!


Dr Shipman killed more grannies, than JPS fags,
when he was done they needed multiple body bags!
Or there’s Wayne Bobbitt,

who cheated on his ‘then’ wife,
so she cut off his cock and now he’s scarred for life!


Police arrest people just for breach of the peace,
but there’s paedos out there walking the streets,
snatching peoples kids, from right out of sight,
be it the middle of the day, or the dark of the night!


Hertfordshire’s only just a small little place,
but they found a decapitated man, all but his face!
A 13 year old can so easily buy a lock knife,
five pounds and one stabbing later he’s sentenced to life,
another stabbing, one to add to many, many more,
yet again another kid bleeds to death on the floor.


Twelve year olds selling puff, speed, e’s or weed,

Eleven year olds now, are getting fucked till they bleed,

ten year olds dying because of parental neglect,

nine to six year olds are starting to get wrecked.

Five year olds are getting snatched off from their mum,

Four three two or even one, it don’t matter to some,

coz as i’ve tried to prove, if you aint heard what’s been said,

some motherfuckers are just, sick in the head,

you may think I’m sick in the head from what I say,
but I ain’t  the sick cunt thats doing it, at the end of the day!


The Daily Mail print this kind of shit for kicks,

Publishing anguish, tell me who’s really sick?

Everybody’s shocked at Fritzel in Amstetten,

But kids are half naked in Twilight, peeps are forgettin’

These scene kid bitches, led by a Mormon…
…Led to men becoming boys and pussies conforming.

Is it any wonder that I end up in rage
when girls get paid to dance in a cage?
Caged like animals,
Raw meat like cannibals.

Yeah fuck it, my granddad may have been a nonce,

But nature/nurture’s bullshit,

I wouldn’t touch a kid once.

Fear created by the Austrian people,

To control the population, prod them like sheeple.

Freud speaks of Oedipus,

Humanity excreting this.

Shitting on everything we could be just to conform,

Till the day that Fritzel and Hitler become the norm.

They say I’m crazy because I won’t pretend,

Well I’d rather be real, than a fake ass “legend”.

They say they’re legends but it’s bullshit mythology,

I’d rather write my own truths and live life properly.

As I said in back in 2009,

Girlfriend not girlfuck, just a woman that’s mine.

And even though she went crazy,

I’d rather have a lady than call my girlfriend “baby”.

Or how can society manage to escape this:

The fine line between a nice guy and a rapist.

But it’s all good if you’re in those skinny jeans,

I’m the whole fucking show, these bitches just scene.

I’m not here to impress anyone, just be true to myself,

Because spiritual truth beats material wealth.

So you can call me a fag for hating the Kardashians,

But I’d rather make love with a woman than be a dudebro smashing em.

Fuck society, even if they condemn me to hell

Because I’m in love with a woman her name’s…


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