Bingo On The Jeremy Kyle Show

Who will claim this ownership and be known

Who will come with basket full of goodies to outdoor

But before claim, who holds in hands apologise
For the disrespect; of owning before given

Who will come with name in mind

And say this is mine, I am here to claim

Who is brave enough to pull his own

His head above the parapet from hearing calls

Gone are the days of rendezvous and delight

Praying the sun goes down and make darkness hello

Your companion a party to the crime as crime

As one of many, uninvited to open house the pleasure

But who will lay claim of the burden

Such weight brings as responsibility holds

Where are the chaps with voices loud

Who once marked spots and claimed territory strong

Are we to DNA test, on Jeremy Kyle before disclosure

Before cowards will announce their names from hide

Who is Bingo, my canine’s baby father to be

Many that barked to celebrate entry

On occasion activity stack jointed, w' troubles of departure

Who is my Bingo's baby father; I want a name

Picture by: Alex Kisilevich

A Notion of Satire 2 - 3

#Monkey chop banana 
What is funny about that 
To make a song and laugh out loud 

And in good old England, land of the rain 
Whilst rain pours, a drought is announced 
Like Las Vegas, with hose pipe ban, to be stirctly enforced 

Do not water the plants 
Do not drink from the tap 
But feel free to wash off Picasso's art on the wall 

Do not ask me, what meaning analogue holds 
Would I have stated such observation 
If I was in the know, in baffled conundrums 

Does everything have to have meaning, rationale 
Faith and life would disagree, have faith 
Would the greasely bear, rather be known as Winne  


#Monkey chop banana 
What is so funny about that 
To make a song and laugh out loud 

Like Mad Men

Officially I have taken a back seat right 
It's still hard times right 
 It's austerity and the banks rates still high like mad, right     


And countries hold default bundles like party gift wraps   
Like bad companies all in the red  
Like the rest of us, all in the red  


 But every one knows  
I am still the mad man, right?
With the antics to please, the conspiracy theory right 


To make your belly laugh loud on prompt    
On tragedy humour expressed, humorously laughing  
It's like visiting a comedy club, don't sit at the front  

And when I am down on thoughts, like writers block

I make concussion with words, and find left overs   

Dinners too, people says the best on the block, right?! 

You know people talk, people they talk
And my name is not far from words in line   
Like alphabets recitals, I am a renegade and so are you      


Forget about the politicians, 
At the best of time they are self centred  
At the rest of time, they try to deceive us  


Sewn in between the two with ego threads  
Mad men, with bad habits
"My people they say in phrases", whose people?


I say, mate,  just forget the politicians 
They know not what the common man 
Calls troubles to be dealt with   


With educated majority 
Still on stand by, to catch the train of ambitions 
From jobs promised, I say forget about the politicians 


And I told you, like I told you so
I make concussions, sweet with humour   
There you have it, the best to be had 

Wash your own plates after, mate 

Do you see any servants around here?

I think not , "mad men"