When the Dogs Bite

Sunday, 8 June 2025

8th June 2025

strawberry moon

at its twenty-year lowest point

major standstill

IX.VII

So in her old Head Teacher's ideal Heaven

God would lead a capitalist idyll

where wealth would shift to the power of seven

and mortal suffering paid the final bill.

Quite how he came to this concept of Grace

showed he had not thought through the logic of his tale

for with lovely house and fancy car he'd face

the consequence of metaphor and fail.

For his idea of translated just for him

(and oh! How she would love to meet him once again!)

would mean that though his lived avoiding sin

he'd find himself a resident of Pandemonium.

Saturday, 7 June 2025

7th June 2024

first lesson

conflict resolution

pounding heartbeat

IX.VI

Whereas some piety in daily life

and travailing through the ills of poverty

would send a stick or two to ease your Heavenly strife

but would still not gild divinity;

then Mother Theresa had the right idea tried

in tying children to their cots was for their good

and medicine to ease their pain should be denied

so they could faster gain their saintlihood.

And if they cried and screamed and died in withing pain

then she was all the better for religion's rules

for earthly suffering meant great eternal gain

and the liberals of the world were naught but Satan's tools.

Friday, 6 June 2025

6th June 2025

ringing ears

diversity awards mingling

Marriot Hotel

IX.V

Wondering how many sticks of English pine

she might have sent upstairs if this were true

leads her to realise a shanty town divine

implies a capitalist Heaven view.

If those who led such selfless lives on Earth

became the wealthiest of Heaven's folk

then selfless acts were not selfless at birth

but investing for the Afterlife had capital awoke.

If evil acts, repented, got you in through pearly gates

but left you destitute when once inside

then payments to the church were just delaying fate

and earned you poverty eternal when you died.

Thursday, 5 June 2025

5th June 2025

cancelled class

half a pound off at slimming club

eating binge

IX.III

She remembers "lessons" given by the teachers

when she, a child, attended Catholic school

where all the cool kids hung out in the bleachers

and bent the strict "no gender mixing" rule.

The concept that the school always promoted

was that suffering was essential for the soul;

and in order for their students to be noted

making money for the church should be their goal.

"Every deed you do that can thought as selfless

sends a tiny piece of lumber up to God

which He will set aside to build the houses

of all those who will spread His loving Word."

Wednesday, 4 June 2025

4th June 2025

he dreams

of stroking a wire-haired cat

next door's sneak

IX.III

If religion is the opium of the masses

as Marx had said in Eighteen forty-three

then the priests became the only ones with passes

to improve the life of those in poverty.

The conditions of the poor in every city,

the direct result of wealth restoring power,

had become the purview of the rich and shitty

and a class divide that widened every hour.

If religion was the drug to soothe the peasants

then the factions of religion were cartels

where every Heaven promised to be pleasant

and those without a fix would taste the Hells.

Tuesday, 3 June 2025

3rd June 2025

morning rain

declining to go outside

the dog whines

IX.II

She sets the vial upon the coffee table

amidst the coffee stains and burns from cigarettes

and prises off the lid to see just what she is now able

to utilise on canvas for Angelic words be met.

The liquid in the bottle has no scent she can discern,

despite having viscosity of oil;

a dab upon her finger has no colour, taste or burn

but a table daub will glisten like tinfoil.

Reflecting many colours brings her closer to inspect

the glimmer of a half-remembered dream

where a priest is spouting Gospel and thinks no-one will object

if his post-mass private lessons are obscene.

Monday, 2 June 2025

2nd June 2024

selling off games

as I begin to empty the loft

eBay stockpile

re IX.III

re-reading the instalment I had previously writted

alerts me to a problem that I should have left omitted:

No-one gives a monkey's about the bible verses

despite it being backstory to protagonistic curses;

it really is quite boring, all the history and shit

of the writings of St John who sampled mushrooms for a bit,

despite the modern world events which show it being true

from the rise of murder hornets and the seas no longer blue;

the slaughter of the innocents by those who follow God

and the rise of oligarchy from the orange coloured blob;

so forget the long-arsed stanza about the world's predicted end

I'll get back to the story ere I drive you round the bend