The High-way to the Guillotine
Grannies, nannies
and sissies,
Doing tootsie
Dances to
The devil’s jukebox .
Sweat pouring
In glowing heat
Shivering
and boiling,
yet cursing
nursery tunes,
while dancing
to tootsie ways...
A thorn-field
for ripper
the Jacks... as
Predators
romanticizes
with teens,
while eating
fried
fruit-jacks..
Jill and Jack
in a corner plays
Black jack,
Wallets hijacked
and sissies
ass-jacked,
all are
hijacked
and veins
cracked.....
their
throats
slitted by
the murderous
Ripper
the Jacks
No matter
138,120, 154
May it be,
buffoons
And morons,
Baking, cooking
and murdering
women,
Raping sissies
and driving
them to
the guillotine
via the highway
of devilish
kitties
………
well, this is about the pathetic public transportation system in our parts of the world.. sigh
Shashendra Amalshan 2010
Photo from - http://www.flickr.com/photos/uspn/4894253589/
uuhm....can i take the next bus?....oh, there won't be any?....Yikes!! LOL
And I thought transport system in Egypt is the worst...As I read your description my views change a lot lol. Terrific write as always, Shan, thanks for sharing. :)
What a terrific theme Shan !! You have captured it so well my friend.And you know if you come here to my country you'll find the guys on the rooftop of the bus are doubled !!!!lol..(that's fact not eyes being crossed)Awesome work Shan...Vividly captured every single detail..
What a unique way to describe the pathetic public transport system where you live. Such a great play on words Shash and thank you for supplying the picture of the bus. The heat, predators and stealing would certainly cause havoc. Another fantastic write from you unique pen!
I remember when I was about your age doing exercises at drama school using words that rhyme or associate. We would sit in a circle and beat out a rhythm on our knees that HAD to be maintained while we passed words from one to another. It was a challenging exercise, but one that became quite addictive. This poem reminds me of the fascinating twists and turns that result when you give words and their creative expression free rein. Your Highway to the Guillotine is very clever with its scattergun imagery and its digs at history and nursery rhymes. The explanation that follows is both unexpected and highly comic. Another wonderful poem from a very talented poet. Love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥♥
Just like a trip to Auschwitz-Biekenau Concentration camp, Amal's Mimicry is Great!
Well, cracking poetry is your brand...the words really explode alternating to fun and seriousness simultaneously...enjoyed the guillotine show
good. good. my friend....Your style is inimitable.
OMG, that was a rant indeed .....well deserved I would say if your traffic is anything like what we face in Mumbai....the highway to the guillotine....
public transport in third world is horrifying...
Woah! Terrific write, Shan! Never imagined it this way, and just realized how very pathetic indeed is the public transport in this part of the world... Lol!
Yes it tells a story of transport neglect always I picture bodies hanging out of trains and buses ...good you write about it..nice to hear you have some work re writing...you can do it..regards