Rupert Murdoch Phone Hacking

Murdoch the hack,

He’ll tap your phone behind your back.

Is the empire about to crack?

Or is a temporary hiccup more the fact?

It seems that News International, were breaking all the rules,

corruption, lies and deceit to impress us with their news.

With the circles of power that be, so confused,

as all manner of officials get caught up in this ruse.

However, is this just a small peak at the media today,

circling like vultures, while the masses be their prey.

Or is it encouraged by the audience, who, watch and read each day,

do they even drive it, enjoying all kinds of wicked play.

What is clear is something’s wrong,

from when news and media had begun.

There’s a question to how long,

if and when the vice be gone.

By Poetic Scoundrel

Kim Kardashian’s Bum

Kim Kardashian’s bum and her very flat tum,

Oh wouldn’t it be fun to pinch Kim Kardashian’s bum.

Give it a squeeze and pat each bun,

Shake it an jiggle it, it must weigh a tun.

So much junk in that trunk, so much bump in those humps,

All those curves and those shapes in her lady lumps.

So the question is now, is it enhanced,

Need an X-ray to prove it’s all real in those pants.

By Poetic Scoundrel

George Clooney Is Gay

George Clooney is gay, Oh, George Clooney is gay,

Of course, he’s ecstatic, he’s happy all the way.

The women all love him, his girlfriends are young,

He drives fancy cars and has homes in the sun.

He makes movies and travels, sounds to me like it’s fun.

Won’t marry again, as he says he is done.

Oh George Clooney they say, he’s definitely gay,

He’s happy as Larry on a warm summers day.

I’ll just have to hope, I’ll just have to pray,

that I’m as happy and gay as George Clooney one day.

By Poetic Scoundrel

Tech Whore

Technology is an amazing thing, when it works it tis a dream,

Yet so often it’s not quite what it seems.

Version one and v 1.2,

but even version 5 won’t do.

Getting close to version 8, but oops it’s too late,

something new for the mags to rate.

A non-stop cycle of bits and bytes,

everyone fighting to reach new heights.

Buy the newest at the highest price,

six months pass and it won’t suffice.

Comms devices, organization, information and more,

Are we now just technology’s whore?

By Poetic Scoundrel

Social Network Overload

 I’ve set-up my profile on Youbook because Facespace isn’t cool anymore,

I used to be on Metafriend, but that became a bore.

I usually watch clips on MyTube, but IBored is good for babes and boobs.

LinkLives good for business, Meoh and Vebo are full of newbs.

Wittering is the latest thing to communicate with the world,

and there are more than enough dating sites to find the perfect girl.

Poking, chatting, playing, and plenty of status updates,

friends in Asia, New Zealand, and a couple in the States.

Socializing, community, so much fun at the click of a mouse,

maybe one of these days I’ll speak to someone and even leave the house!

By Poetic Scoundrel

Demon Friend

The demon friend I love then hate,

the kind of friend you don’t advocate.

At any rate, it can change your state,

this friend I would not advocate.

For enjoying one will lead to three,

from gentle buzz to stinging bee.

A pint, a bottle, a barrel, a crate,

a friend that I should not advocate.

Enjoyed with friends or sipped alone,

for many it can change the tone.

Leading to a good or evil state,

a friend I should not advocate.

However, so many can relate,

as the realisation always comes too late.

And the hangover is a chosen fate,

from the demon drink we love then hate.

Poetic Scoundrel

Rat Race

Come on join the rat race, it’ll be lots of fun,

We’ll squash you on a train then pop you out when you’re done.

You’ll get paid some money to make loads more for someone else,

And if you’re lucky you’ll enjoy it and find a way to build your wealth.

Working nine to five to make means meet the end,

While your bosses and your colleagues, drive you round the bend.

The fun of the rat race, come and join us now,

It’s never been so simple, come here let me show you how.

By Poetic Scoundrel

I “Can”

I “can” write another time,

I “will” write another rhyme.

I “can”, I “must”, it will be divine,

just watch I’ll do it one more time…

By Poetic Scoundrel

Turbulent World

Turulent world and turbulent times,

for this is why I write my rhymes.

So many choices, so many signs,

yet often trapped in life’s structured binds.

What choices, what’s next, what do I choose,

to ensure the wins and never lose.

To walk or cruise in paying dues,

turning every can’t into can dos.

By Poetic Scoundrel

Dream

Tell me your dream I’ll listen, I’ll hang on every word.

no matter how absurd.

For a dream can become reality,

but first it must be heard.

By Poetic Scoundrel