Scarred by Bambi

Scarred by Bambi
as a child,
tricked into believing
that soft is the wild.
Oh idle wishes
of a Disney mind,
those yoghurt souls
fooled and blind.

Shun burger pools
with thy lily hearts,
think flower toothed lions
and candy stars.
Hop and skip
to the panthers lair,
care not for lost limbs
which take you there.

Amen Amen
wild is the God,
who put His creatures
on mortal sod.
And two by two
those animals follow
'Fluffy' and 'Tufty'
your blood will swallow...

©Steven Francis poems 2013

Idle Patterns

Wealth and happiness oft enemies,
seldom harmony exists between the two.
Dare slip the darkness inbetween them
and manservants will shoo away morning lights and dews
into comas where vomit skirted angels hang
in Bill Sykes shadows.,
Damn illusions of petty paper joys
forget the sons of mischief who decieve.
Its all,
all a stinking bone idle lie
that only grave hearted airheads would beLIEve...

©Steven Francis poems 2012


©Steven Francis 2012