All laughed off with a sly wink and an air lick,
Rolling Stones released a Satanic album, you prick!
Keep them in your fucking mouth, oh the sheer bloody horror!
The all mocking muscular mouth organ, don't ever bother.
Touloungeaphobia, guessing that I really must have it?
Showing taste spuds, would never make that a habit.
This hatred stems from childhood, my imaginary enemy,
Pulling Tongues was his name, he was far from heavenly.
Can kids see ghosts, angels and demons, the spiritual side?
God please wash away bad energy, we need a miracle, alright!
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Shaunmatthewcpoetry (
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A fun read about imagery familiar and well remembered. Nicely penned
Much appreciated!
Most welcome
He speak with forked tongue?! lol. And why is it ton-gwee - tongue, and not town-gew - tounge? And why am I talking rubbish?! lol.
Haha, I thought you was going into a rhyme.
Tong-wee or Tong-ew certainly makes more sense than tong or tung. LOL! I'm in for your rubbish Orchi! 🤣
Shaun, this rides the line between parody and confession. The jabs, the tongue imagery, the mock outrage…then suddenly that final prayer. “God please wash away bad energy, we need a miracle, alright!” shifts it from sarcasm to something human. And for the record…I love that Stones album. It was total provocation and pageantry...not pentagrams. As for your poem, bold, funny, and layered, my friend. Well done. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️
Thanks mate, glad it wasn't pentagrams haha!
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