“I say Carruthers that secretary of ours…you know young Tiffany…well I’ve just caught her out sneaking orf work I’ll have you know!” “Sneaking orf work…good Lord never heard the like of it. Having said that where had the girl sneaked orf to?” “Oh the ladies facilities.” “The ladies facilities! You mean you’ve been inside the … More NEWS OF THE HALLOWEEN ISSUE OF SOZSATIRE REACHES THE FOREIGN OFFICE IN LONDON!
Too soon the time would come When he would see her only With his eyes tight shut Waking to a nouveau Same old, same old His early solitary morns A hell within Hell In a now charmless Dark Age Shangri La The Great Hall A feast! Impaired joviality Notwithstanding Duckling, mead and The … More THE CURSE OF THREE
“How many kids did you say you’ve got Gustavio my friend?” “14 at last count Jonny…no maybe its 15 now…um…not sure if the truth be told.” “Well from the state of your blocked lavatory pan here I’d say they must have all shat at the same time. In God’s truth I’ve never come across a … More JONNY CATAPAULT THE PLUMBER THE ARTISTS ALL TRUST & THE DISPOSABLE NAPPIES BLOCKING GUSTAV KLIMT’S TOILET
Hell; Post the Beginning of Time: A most disgruntled Satan is rummaging about Hell looking for his bicycle clips. Ever since the idea struck him last evening he’d been looking forward to going ‘off road’ on his new mountain bike, a present from Enepsigos (the fallen angel who appears in the shape of woman). Satan … More SATAN’S LOST BICYCLE CLIPS!
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The plush, Soz Satire Office, looking resplendent, shortly before being attacked by a baying mob A baying mob of over 200 furious bookworms and newsagents last night stormed the offices of the controversial satirical magazine, Soz Satire, following the launch of their eagerly anticipated, Halloween edition. Wielding…
I hear you shed a tear for Mussolini How very little I knew of The workings of your mind The night seed embraced egg Then later You, your heart in one hand A cigarette in the other Your eight months Tumescent belly A radiance I think was lost to you Though not I Laying … More A TEAR FOR MUSSOLINI
Without him a terraqueous globe Cognizant life forms At each other’s throats Such outrageous brutality Born of vapid belief An improbable conviction A problematic certainty False objectivity A barren hypothesis Within this mere sophist Also a plenitude of rumination More often than not Profound and pessimistic enough To prompt the onset of Wretched insomnia … More THE BLESSED SECULAR MONGREL