Dane Cobain: Exclusive Poem

A week ago Dane Cobain an author and poet got in touch with me wondering whether or not I would like him to do something on the blog. After much consideration I decided it would be a nice change to have an exclusive poem. He then told me to pick 5 words and he would write a poem with them in for me to publish on the blog. My 5 words were pug, confess, midnight, hope and bleak, I hope you enjoy what he came up with.

Good God

Good god,

it's a good job

it’s a good blog,

like a good dog

in a mug shot

or a pug gone

to be a bulldog

in a gun shop.

Good god,

I think I’m dreaming,

something evil

and without meaning,

a bleak street

with a black sheep

screaming peaceful,

treated equal.

Good god,

they said the pope tokes dope

and I hope they’re only joking,

he’ll only choke on soap

and make ‘em vote

with coloured smoke

again.

Good god,

I made a confession

about my indiscretions,

mentioned pendants

with emeralds,

and I confess

I confessed

a false confession.

Good god,

I’m the midnight man

with an in-flight ban,

a big old house

for you to live in.

Good god,

I forgot

what I wanted

to mention.