Way to spend an evening

The tired kitty walked into the room.
She yawned and looked at the surrounding humans.

One man put tonnes of brown liquid in his mouth,
Another was dribbling on the sofa.

Some girls wiggled their bodies to strange loud sounds,
Two were being sick off the balcony.

A snoring man had his eyebrows shaved off,
Another man did a wee in a glass.

A woman was slapping a crying man’s face,
Another flashed her boobies to the room.

Two boys wrestled and smashed glasses on the floor,
Another two took photos up girls’ skirts.

‘Funny old bunch,’ the tired kitty thought,
As her brother licked her arsehole clean.

© Carl Burkitt 2014

Tradition

It was the chocolate cake’s 4th birthday.
The lights went out and his family began to sing
as his father carried in a human baby;
its guts riddled with burning candles.

The baby screamed as melting wax dropped on to its skin
before the birthday boy
blew out the flames to an
almighty applause.

The father chopped off the baby’s arms, legs and head,
diced up its torso and
handed it out to the crowd.
All of the elders bitched about how sweet the flesh tasted
and how they preferred jam
over blood.

© Carl Burkitt 2014

Identical

A mother wrapped a tartan scarf around her son’s neck,
thus embarrassingly completing the exact same outfit she had on.
Upon finishing the excrutiating, skin-crawling awkward, daily ordeal
she looked down at her boy
wondering why on Earth the sad little prick
insisted that the pair dressed the same.

© Carl Burkitt 2014