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Blasphemy
And
buggery

A selection of per-verse

By

David William Kirby

The Dogbreaths Publishing


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Blasphemy and Buggery


Copyright David William Kirby 2009
The Dogbreaths Publishing
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The Divine Son?


(Dedicated to Harris Glen n Milstead. RIP)

I may not be good looking


With lips like a cod
Born in Baltimore
My folks were into God
Im not that well hung
Pretty modest with my tool
Ive seen ugly twelve inch dicks
but dont use them as a rule.
My hair may be thinning
and I I have to shave every day
But I feel like Im winning
this game we all play
When I put on my wig,
They say I am a dream
A loud mouthed, big headed
Fabulous drag queen

Pulled from the gutter by the lipstick lure


Found what I needed to get a better cure
Turn on that spotlight, here, I want to shine
Im a fat bitch, queer, honey and I look DIVINE

If you want blond, Im blond


If you want red head, Im red
If you want me to Vogue-Pose
I can look unfed
In fishnet stockings, so shocking
Materiel
Theres nothing lacking if youre backing
This big girl
My eyeliners made from
first grade uranium
With foundation thats hewn from
Rock hard titanium
I can strut like a slut, pose like a Ho
smile an angelic slime
So sweet and terrible, so nasty and feisty
I can even be kind
Just pick up that camera, point it over here
Im the girl your story needs
I tell it right, my dear.
Dont scribble with the drivel
And get my stage name right
I may look beautiful
But you aint seen me in daylight
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Pulled from the gutter


By the lipstick lure
Discovered what I needed to get a better cure
Turn on that spotlight, I am gonna shine
Im a fat bitch, loud mouth, but I am DIVINE

I was called Glenn boy


When the folks had their son
Told to fight for what is right
Be bullied by no one
In school I behaved and learnt
things went just swell
But theyre going even better
Now Im a GIRL
Swapping hush puppies
For high heels was so cool
Roughing up some big hair
(Stash that dick under there)
I am gonna rule
So fierce and feisty
Get ready for some kitch
I am a diamond studded, card carrying
Twenty-caret bitch

Pulled from the gutter


By the lipstick lure
Discovered what I needed to get another cure
Turn on that laser beam, I need to shine
Im a fat bitch, loud mouth but fuck
I look DIVINE

C: D.W.Kirby the Dogbreaths


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Praise the lord.


HE was a homo
As were Mark, Luke and John
Paul couldnt get it up
And Matt was well hung
Their Supper was an orgy
It was so biblical
The second coming was a spurt
from the messiahs tool
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When HE was taking it


God, he loudly cried
Saying My dad sees everything,
Ill be crucified
HE was a homo
mad for cock and ass
He took it from the apostles
and only fucked Judas
It was a miracle
when Adonai gave head
To help poor old Lazarus
raise dick from the dead
His passion was so glorious
Its gone down in history
I wish I could get that son
to go down on me
HE was a homo
many knew his love
He pushed them to their knees
and came from above
The Nazareen was hard and lean
whos bound to come again
And when that dick has risen
I will shout Ah, Men!

Hallelujah

C: The Dogbreaths

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Free Radical

I dont want to dress


In what YOU think is smart
I want to frame my life
In my conceptual art
I dont want to fear
Or worry what they say
If I do my thing
In my peculiar way
Dont you worry about my drugs
Stress is all that gets
Worry about your own
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Beer and cigarettes


Think about your mortgage
Alimony and your debts
Your volatile, violent
Predictable straight sex
Leave me alone
I want to play the fool
Im doing my own thing
A free radical.

Hear me?

Im a fee radical

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Aleph
A Psalm

Blessed we are defiled


Walking in the ways of pleasure
Blessed are they that love
And seek it with their whole heart
Let us revel in our iniquity
We who walk the stray way
And have commanded
To live our lives freely
To willingly do lusty passion
Not to be ashamed
To respect our loves wishes
And praise the erect tissue
And beating heart
I will not be judgemental
Blessed are we who
Follow our love utterly.
c: The Dogbreaths
DW Kirby

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The Bishop went hopping


Bishop Bonner went hopping
Stroking his holy staff
Shouting Bring in that heretic,
We all deserve a laugh.
He flexed his thick knuckles
And flicked his riding crop
As the crowd grew restless
The afternoon was hot
The protestant boy was dragged
Screaming, to a frame
The Bishop looked on gleefully
and flicked the whip again
Bonner said a prayer
as the boys hands were bound
A hush filled the square
no-one made a sound
Then the whip cracked the air
all attendees gasped
the Bishop struck the boy
squarely on the ass
Again Bonner cracked the whip
ignoring the boys tears
He was beating out Satan
in sight of his peers
The front of his cassock
grew stiff with perverse joy
Seeing the great welts
scarring the young boy
as he did Gods work
he mustered up a sweat
Looking on greedily
he Beat with no regret
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He beat out the demons


from this heretic
Bonner grunted, groaned and leered
bringing down the whip
When the boy was half dead
he was dragged to a pyre
To end his days abused and grazed
In the Holy Fire
The Bishop now sated
Placed his mitre on his head
Happy that the Lords work
had left another dead!.

(A true story)

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There is no Heaven

If you look outside your window


You will see theres no rainbow
Notice how the chilled wind blows
Softly through the trees

Walk through an avenue


In the city you thought you knew
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Do you hear the sounds, with which you grew


Or do you just freeze?

Look into the sky above


And wonder what its all about
Intuition will leave no doubt
Someday your lights go out
In time youll learn all
What stands someday must fall
In the end we all decay
Like stone, wood, night and day
There is no heaven

Did you ever loose a friend


One on which you did depend?
Was their life real or just pretend
Where are they now?

Walking through that avenue


Of cold stone and rough hew
Where are the sounds you thought you knew?
Buried deep underground.

The Dogbreaths
c: 1977

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c: DWK: 2011

The fire of tyranny


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The fire of tyranny


Sweet Aradia, how I cried
When they took you to that pyre
I willed your spirit free
As flesh consumed by fire
What was it they said,
or did they try you for?
When you called down the moon
to sanctify the law
Those fools could not know
Or understand your acts
3 fold return
forbid all devilish pacts
Now nature doth salute you
And the works you did for us
The stars and planets beseech
your suffering with love
As your body returns to ash
amid willow and the thorn
Ill hear your voice whisper
and echo in the dawn
I will see you evermore
in those good works unpaid
In the thicket and the daisy
The crossroad and the glade
Now priestess become a god
swiftly slip the coil
As your beauty fills the air
and replenishes the soil
While high above our head
A new star is born
I can hear Aradia speak
She thunders in the storm
I see her bless the earth
Her tears, rivers become
shes in each golden ray
of a mid-summer sun.

c: DWK The Dogbreaths

2011 all rights reserved

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Zeus in the garden with


Ganymede

Come, the Eagle whispered, let me bless those curls with laurel
plucked from this garden and raised.
Here, Juno whispers an educative discourse upon
the beauty of youth.
Now moatd and walled,
laying here in the mid-day sun.
Nothing wrestles a love so wrought with pain
nor misunderstood
That even this purpose has no value
You, the breath of my brother, our crossed souls astound them
become my flower in the haze of summer.
This idol of Zeus.
who has elected desire, no not Turpes Amores, as nourishment
I have chosen to walk, a god among equals
Let the caress of Eros
touch the full lips of you, beloved Ganymede
Thrown down that crown of Troy
and Ill raise my soul to yours.

Yes, he replied, father-like lover,


Ill Swap this glowing skin of adolescence
For I have used devotion to seduce you
from heaven.
Come and culture my growth, lets wax and wane
Ebb and flow
we two sentient beings.

My beloved boy,
Time has worn that cloak of seduction
Take this gift of sweet chestnut and
exchange a soulful serenade from a
Bird of Paradise.
Let your immortal fingers reach across the abyss of time
Here, take these tokens of affection
The station of my love, for those who chide this relationship,
define it with gentleness and respect.

Yes, come, the youth calls,


Be my guide
For any incompetence should be challenged
with strong adult mentoring
I have no desire for creation
Other than your tender kisses
I say this from the first
In the midnight of your journey
Elder Statesman, will you elect
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to cloud this beauty against the ingress of other mortals


For no advisor could be a dearer friend.

My beloved boy
your idolatry and fingers
flow through this body of mine
Our courage astounds those who condemn
To those who shout Turpes Amour, Zeus replies
The force of our devotion, this heroic act of seduction
offer a way through one valued life.
The relationship between a god and mortal boy
this union of deliciousness, is infinite

Make me your Brother in Arms


The adolescent now raised immortal whispered
The golden youth, that ray from the heavenly orb
A life so sweet and smelling cherished fruit
says, I have longed for those eyes
Now this love of strawberry seduction
Levitates us above the world of mortals
We are honeysuckle gods in this flowering Eden.
The birds sing for us

Here, sit beside my throne.


Rise up in your passion
I give you cultured friendship
A brotherhood of learning
Like Juventus, you shall grow in this Gods shadow.
Ill clothe you in glory
Your lips shall speak again about this paradise
For the reign of monsters cannot bother us.
Sweet Flosulus, how you disarm them

A PueriDelictum, smiled Ganymede


Our nature is written upon the sweet citrus fruit of summer
So let us enjoy this devotion
Before we are destroyed by the corruption
of all this heated debate and turmoil.

C: DWK

The Dogbreaths 2011-05-16


Circa 1982

2011 all rights reserved


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For Allan on his Birthday

You are my boy


The foundation of my life
With you I am whole
Together, our love
Shines like the North Star on a dark winter evening
Our lips are made to share
We fit together seamlessly
I love that dimple
Your coy look when ejaculating
I love the breathless
way you whisper with those firm fingers
That tongue of velvet
It knows my tears and smiles
Knows my secret fears
You provide this ego
A positive stroke
Our pride can take on the world
That cruel unforgiving place we have
chosen to rebel against
Together we have created a lone island
Of Love
In a sea of hatred
For you, you are my boy
My best friend
My lover
My warm comfort when the night is cold
I would die for you
Protect you always, for
Without you, I would be broken.

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White, mastic Christ

They take all potential


and in unnecessary action
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Direct the department


to be retirement ready
I am outside that commune
discrete and real
Driving home to find
an option
of knowledge

A cult so secret
so secure
Intuitive and cold
Praise evenings and weekends
Based in the west
Their lasting duty
nurturing interest
in their Beautiful SUN

This level of warfare


Sunday school carnage
For kids of collections
and private sectors
Those high-priced professionals
with three year degrees
Show a range of intolerance
suppressing free thoughts

Their main-route excursions


through psychic agency
Their flair for rewarding
terrible bloodshed
That flexible approach
has transept and dogma
In extraordinary rendition
A moments relief

On Sunday-fed diets
Mental child merchants
Begin by driving
the secular down
In confidential reports
they take action
To promote dead angels
and murder reason

c; 2011 D.W.K
The Dogbreaths

All rights reserved


David William Kirby
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Two (more) Loves


With respect to L.A.D

I was deep in a well


Damp and dark and wet
Sunk on my lost love
Drowned in regret
When along came a youth
A full score and ten
His green eyes lit the dark
Smelling of sweet scent
He peered into the well
Lips a balmy red
I asked before he go
Would a hand he lend
Lowering a twine
Of hemp and thorny rose
I climbed from that pit
And in his arms I froze
He curled a tender mouth
We kissed wantonly
While trestles from his crown
Fell soft and brown and free
With tongues of silken thread
Weaved lattice yarn so fine
The beating in my panting ribs
Caused one become a majestic nine.
On flowerd beds we create a crib
Stroked passions with lost finger tips
His hands were soft and flagrant
Succulence spurt from his hips
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I fell upon my saviour boy


Lost in breathless, sweetness joy
How could this love be shame
When beauty be his other name.

c: The Dogbreaths 2010

Duty of Care

The unwanted foetus


of GOD FEARING parents
Become unloved toddlers
In baby farm prisons

Conforming group structure


they gaze through windows
For a glimpse of that parent
Who yielded their love

Sit down at wide tables


Eat fixed menus
Cereal each morning
Mondays the chop night

Weekly key working


with nodding carers
Who gaze at their wristwatch
The shift quietly ends

Here comes the night team


It must be bed-time
The curtains get drawn
on empty daylight
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Chocolate hot supper


Prayers for Jesus
Then into bed son
Lights out in half hour

If those prayers are answered


The next day may bring
Visitors
Smiling adults with
A car journey home

Alone in the shadows


A child questions misfortune
that unfurled this life?
Who is to blame?

School days are followed


By ice skating Sundays
Cigarettes and alcohol
hidden in lockers

Teenage boys hope for


wide-eyed curtains
Then a leaving party
balloons and a cake

The lonely foetus


gets moved to a hostel
Enforced structure
beginnings of nothing.

Taking their prison


Into their future
Quietly screaming
Quietly dead.

C: DWK

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M.E was the depression of the 1970s

Depression was the M.E of the 60s

Sloth was the depression of the 30s

Plague was the sloth of the last century

Its not our Bagh, Dad

They call them


Rag-heads, slagheads,
Nigger fucking no dreads
Muthafucking baby killer
God fearing book burner
Hellfire
Woman hater
Dead wish freedom fighter
Fag-bating cold fish
Cold-blooded rice dish
They
Idol worship, preach bullshit
Eat crap, take a pick
Hesitate
And get sick
Allah great, commiserate
they preach hate
Its not too late
to fornicate
lets all date, okay mate
to get by
Medicate
They
Tell lies, suicides,
talk kids to end
their lives,
be blind, so unkind
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See signs
of the times
Bend young minds
Commit hate crime
Cross the line
Reject wine, what a swine
Get their Karma
In time
Bend truth, select youth
To spill blood and act uncouth
Reject life for promised
Hype,
20 virgins
and all that tripe
Stalagmite, Khalids tight
Oh my, oh my,
oh my, oh my
Whats the truth
whats a lie?
God fearing head bile
Fag-bating last mile
Jump for Jesus
Eat shit
Talking tongues
An hypocrites
Book burning
Evil fit
Big gun , little prick
Praise white Jesus
Plant a bomb
Devil cult of
Solomon
Marys child
Fucked and smile
Jesus Christ
Paedophile
They take a book
call it god
Construct a bomb
Wear black hood
Point guns, end all fun
Pray all day
For Armageddon
Hay sonny, its Shiite
Propaganda
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Religious hype
Drop your gun
And worship life
Feed your kids and love your wife

Its not your bagh-dad

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Do not look.
Ghosts tell me to avert those eyes
Look away from that cross
That hung on the wall
above their bed

Ghosts whisper in the cold


winter snows
That only ice forms there
on that dead wax face

Hear their soft whispers


on a night breeze
Saying behind the dark veil
Eternal is waiting

No messiah or judgement
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No fire filled hell


No weighing hearts
Just quiet and stillness

Ghosts speak through the


smells of yesterday
Telling stories of pride
Heroic deeds

Leave a legacy and


Life forever
make your mark
And become Christ

c: DWK

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Black Widow
When I see those Burka girls
I think of Emily Davidson

The snorting horse


and pounding hoofs
A dream trodden by dogma

I look into those eyes


framed in widow black
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and wonder what they are mourning

Perhaps Emilys dream

A dream created in suffering


dignified by grace

To be raised from service


and placed at the mens table

Destroyed now by creed

A warped sense of culture

taking those battles


And loosing them all.

C: The Dogbreaths DWK

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The Hadith
My sweet Arabian boy, blessed are your lips
Of succulent saffron and Jasmine fronds
In those Saudi thighs
my faltering heart descends
We are the shifting of desert sands
windswept dunes, in the breath of night
Under the full lit moon
Our blessed passions are heaven
Gabriel, we are two great rivers
You a Tiger and me Euphrates
Our love runs together
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To the Gulf of Aden


As the song from the Temple
call us to love
We run together into the mouth of Eden
Your pubis sprouts, a tree
From which sweet fruits are given
My Arabic boy, wash me with your love
Blessed be our restless sleep
Under the desert sun.

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The Chased
Looking back toward that place of grief
I wonder what I did
Cast out by them
For being who I am

They said I was a child of love


That nuclear mob
Take pride they said
In who you are

The problems is, I was not what they wanted

When we pass in the street


In this too small town
A charade is enacted
We pretend its a different street
In another town
Seeing unknown strangers

They got advice


From their witch doctor
Who said I was sinful and
Would burn in the fire
Tighten your resolve he said
Be cruel to be kind

So now I look towards the past


Just down there, after the pub and crossing
I realise its another land

To which I shall never return.


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SH*T LOVERS PARTY

C: The Dogbreaths
1982

Norman worked in the church


A well liked man
Helping the poor to shop
In his old van
He never took a penny for his extra time
Changing the candles and the Altar wine.

He lived a pious life to all he knew


Theyd see him on Sundays in his smartest do
Hand out bibles and collecting once more
He was kind to children
And gave to the poor
But I wondered what theyd say if the people knew
What Norman was doing, when Sunday school was through?

He lived in a small flat


For all intent alone
Without a television, a radio or phone
Neighbours sometimes saw visitors
But no-one really cared
Thinking that poor Norman was joined in holy prayer
They sometimes heard loud banging
Thinking Christians have such fun
Indulging in some altar wine
when the hymns had been sung
But Norman had a secret life
Of which they never guessed
Being a devout Christian man with a slight anal fetish.

The guests came late at night


And would arrive separately
First the girl from the grocer shop
And the whispering Greek
Shes often wear her collar high to obscure her sullen face
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While hed wear dark glasses and arrive with speed and haste
Theyd be joined by the old judge and the young policeman
Being greeted by Norman with homemade scones and Jam.

Once theyd all assembled


Norm would lead through a door
To a room stripped of furniture with rubber on the floor.
The grocer girl would always start with a burst of eagerness
Ripping off her panties and squatting down to piss
Then the young policeman could not resist arrest
Dropping down his trousers and lifting up his vest
With a thrashing and a splashing
The judge did the same
As Norman lit a candle in praise of Golden rain.
The grocer girl ripped off her dress and rolled along the floor
Drenched in soggy fantasy she slid in the downpour

Then Norman pulled on his Wellingtons


And the Greek slipped on a thong
Together they met on the floor
With fingers up their bum
He would squat over the grocer girl and getting down real low
Would have to clench his teeth, to let a jobbie go
The judge would cock a leg, and sniff and pant and hoot,
as a steaming brown freddy dropped in Normans boot
The policeman rolled on the floor and all smeared gleefully
Until Norm looked at his watch and they all stopped for tea.

Getting out a hose pipe


He would wash down his friends
Connecting the waste to the outside pipe
Just past the u bend
Then after tea and biscuits
Norman would start to grieve
As one by one his friends got up and began to leave

First went the whispering Greek


With his hat pulled low
The grocer girl put on her scarf
And prepared to go
The judge and young policeman
Would stay and have more tea
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Before leaving, one in a Daimler


The other in a Capri

Norman would not see his friends


Till the next bible meeting
Where theyd all sing their hymns and not exchange a greeting.
Singing loud in praise of god
A proud evangelical song
While Norman handed out the bibles
With his Wellis on

The Dogbreaths Publishing


David W. Kirby
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