world of gossiping landlords

[sprinkles]

their crazy world is always in peril
and land-locked factories keep spilling out
cute killer robots with poisonous lipstick.
Spies in silk ties talk into their cuff links,
go-go dance with bikini-clad informants,
and chase a triangular bearded, laughing bad boy
everyday. Its their job.
They drink countless bloody marys,
fight off those cute killer robots,
and hang over snake pits
as that triangular bearded bad lad explains
the who, what, where, when and why
of his latest evil plan. Spies never wonder
why a few gulps of GBH turn them
into human fountains after they've been shot.
They never wonder about anything;
they're to busy trying to catch the bad boys
once and for all. He's the mastermind
behind those sinister land-locked factories
(he's trying to take over the world, you know).
How the spies hate his his low chuckle,
so vicious, so knowing.
Sometimes, late at night, that chuckle
becomes the soundtrack of their nightmares-
torturous, treacle slow images
of business meetings, flat tires,
runny noses, lawnmowers, tacky blazers
and hot blood drooling
from razor nicks.

[sprinkles]

but listen to the words of crop circle...........i am in tears very very very very very amazing

[sprinkles]

the fall crop circle

[sprinkles]

so sorry its crop dust

[Louis P. Burns aka Lugh]

Ahhhh... The Fall

Always music to my ears, although sometimes they bleed. Good ole Mark E. Smith. A One-Man-Audio-Bomb, primed to go off if pushed... What a role model for us all... He celebrates his individuality and we all can't help joining in...

The man's a feckin' genuis

Your poem, World of Gossiping Landlords is really good Sprinkles mate... I should have said earlier.

Hyperlink to The Fall Official Website:-
http://www.thefall.info/fallsite/index.php

[sprinkles]

the man is class

[sprinkles]

is it ok for me to wear a tank top repitition repition repition

[the_leander]

I read the poem, I just wish I understood it, it just seems a little too surreal for my mind to cope with...

Meh, perhaps it'll be clearer if I read it again in the morning.

[Louis P. Burns aka Lugh]

is it ok for me to wear a tank top repitition repition repition

Does the tank top work for you? I mean, I don't even think about writing unless I have my lucky elephant's scrotum, witch doctor, leprechaun and a fresh selection of pens arranged neatly on my pc bench. I'm convinced it's the howling and wailing the elephant lets out from the bathroom down the hall that inspires me and I've even tested this theory out. The other day while mid-sentence I stabbed the elephant's scrotum with a new ball tip pen and as if by magic, wrote two paragraphs... The witch doctor and leprechaun seemed impressed and I was cured of Bubonic Plague and given three wishes, all at once...

All I'm saying is if the tank top works for you, then cool Sprinkles, but is it the bright purple one?

[sprinkles]

i have never experienced love

[Catherine Edmunds]

Then DON'T wear the tank top. Please.

The poem's great, btw. Needs editing to clean up the typos, but that's easy enough. Great mix of images; made me think of all sorts of films - spy stuff, gangster stuff, etc. Very visual. Good writing.