Justin Bieber (Remove filter)
Judging Justin
The net drips contempt
for a chicken
tied to sing in his teens;
from nothing out of nowhere,
unaware and unprepared.
Damaged
by the jagged
little splinters
made of gilt.
Contractually paid to play,
and play;
to play,
and play
again;
to make the pay his mother never could.
Brains of Braun - chicken pawn
can’t feel a silence of the mind
...Saturday 1st February 2014 11:35 am
Recent Comments
John F Keane on August 2025 Collage Poem: A Cut Above
1 hour ago
John F Keane on A Cut Above
1 hour ago
Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh on I SHAN’T ALWAYS BE LOVELY
3 hours ago
Mike McPeek on Fallen Leaf
7 hours ago
Graham Sherwood on The Forgotten
8 hours ago
Rolph David on Sonnet: Imigh Hotovely, Imigh Smál Damnaithe! Imigh is Póg mo Thóin! [Out Hotovely, Out Damned Spot! Out and Kiss my Arse!]
9 hours ago
Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh on His Majesty’s Stay Out of Hell Cards: “Divine Right” and “Convention”
10 hours ago
Hélène on Elementary
10 hours ago
Rolph David on Spinocracy – The Art of the Fall*
10 hours ago
Rolph David on Spinocracy – The Art of the Fall*
11 hours ago