Third Coming
Can you hear the clapping, my gums flappin’
Moronic juicy rhymes keep the songs sap in
Religion double tappin’ state talk crappin’
Corona virus wave, another victory lappin
Third coming
Crowned for Easter
Profit from misery is a sign of the beast (er)
Baste the turkey with Brexit, the piss, Boris teks it
You vote for rabid dogs and Brexit you get sick
The virus, Zuck text it, fuck facebook and hex twit
Take you bitcoin and shove it up your arse slit
Who work for it, masses of energy, you tit
No wonder Elon want Bitcoin to hit the ceiling
Lao Tzu, Hegel and Machiavelli thieving
Layers of capital, players and neigh sayers
No socialist agenda to help or pay us
Third coming
Business class ass still got a thumb in
Free ride capital, greedy market slummin’
Mean motherfuckers own the means to living
And I keep moaning, remaining, reframing
Hot under the tongue, breath aiming flaming
Wildfires
From coast to coast
Dumbos spread the virus like its jam on toast
And my petty rhymes don’t even begin to roast
Most the guests at the park who insult the host
The planet’s not ours to save
Greed stings like aftershave
A curse on plague DJs who play the plague rave
Greeting the third wave, go live in your cave
Third coming
In the air tonight like a song
And I’m using a dolphin as a wake-shift bong
You can thank Boris Trump Putin and Ping
For the super spread of capital mutations this spring
There’s a way out, forward, just look
For the mutualist syndicalist anarchist book
It may take a while, more destruction and bile
We must crawl mile after mile after mile
Eat that third shit sandwich and smile
I know, my once tasty raps may seem vile
Some raps snap like a crocodile
Some traverse the Ganjes and Nile
I’ve mysteries and manuals on file
Spit a botticelli mosaic on your floor tile
Suck satan off kitchen foil
Cook up spies until they ready boiled
Memories well oiled
Serpent’s tooth and tail coiled
Bed and pants soiled
Poems loyal, dialed, dyed and royal real
A bargain bop bonanza, a steel
A wing on the third rail, another on the wheel
Third coming
Yower’ all-grow-ridim can’t latch me
This patch is quilted with hatched ste
Setting head fires with match key
Game set seal, Adamski
Born inwards Lee
Burrows down to Gordon Brown’s downfall
Gordon Bennet wrote it, I just float a bit
Encircle, we mote it bee line for bass face distance sting
Third Coming
Ouch, like a corkwynder to our chops
Like people without masks buying bog roll in shops
Britain top of the pops
But the band eating slops
The Queen still banking and reaping our crops
My flipper it flops, the bit penny drops
From heaven or hell, or Giza cheops
Capitals zit pops, death toll hit tops
Exceptionally sexless brexit means worse off
Oh well, so let’s make a mockery
Come see my garden pond, deck chairs and rockery
I fancy pigeons in my flockery
Writs sound odd like socks, hurry
In a global pandemic I’m sick like McFlurry
Furry like mink
Stinky like skunk
Tuned up on Sun Ra and Thelonious Monk
Third coming
Like a trilogy
We say three and in dutch it’s drie
Wonton soup and cantaloupe with brie
That predictive techx cunht catch flea
Mimic my octopus, high me, fly me
Word coming back from the grave
Forgiveness, NHS not Jesus saves
Eton enclaves and PPE chums
Suck up resources and steal the last crumbs
Tory Brexit death march to distant drums
Oh diddums, it’s only a life
Only a son, daughter, mother, father, husband or wife
Put down the knife, pick up the pen
Write it out kids, let us begin
Hideous crimes by this lying gangerino
Pale when compared with Squintin Quarantino
Category: Poetry
Poems, shards, fragments, prose, experiments
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Squintin Quarantino – Third Coming
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Squintin Quarantino – Oven Ready Squeal
Not with bang but a whimper, lost my temper
Turn time to tempo, praise Bon Po
Buddhist buddies come on, let’s go
Li Po, leapfrog, ego, lap-dog, lap top, tap-tap, sap head, drip dropMurder most horrid Boris mutates covid
Killers on the loose, infodemic noose fervid
Truth’s not in news, chief commissioner of tours
Lewer and skewer fact straight down sewers
…We need more growers, sewers and flowers
Sewers in sewers and so on it sours (my taste buds)
…Flowers with flowers, word is born, spore spawn (I could flow on for hours)You want rhymes about me
What I do….what I see (fly on)
My opinion, looking through a dark-glass onion
It hurts to reflect, like hot crossed bunions
“Hehe, yeah, SQ’s a funnyion
Wonky sightsee wanky world pie eye on
Any dope shit I’ll be there like…(flies on)
Are you surprised hun, look to the skies sun
Rattle of raps, like a cow’s tongue flaps (pun)
Words get bended, letters they splendid’
I sit on your satire, as no pun in ten did (we mend it)
Hate, unfriend it
I’m going round the bend with the Zen end pundit
Lies, unfund it, Raab Convid Nazbitt
Like Norman Tebit, Mason Verger, rude serve it (room service)
Secret dis-service, church surface to air mad circus.
That smell cumming from the Bullington club
Like acrid sulphur shit coke from a spoonz pub
Tory stink toilet brick stank up the bog
Not a priti smell, cummings wreak of reek Mogg (false fog?)
More pricks than hedgehog, a tsarist tsig-tsog, zig zag tsog blog
Chumocracy, toxic crack rock economy
Hollow heart symphony, syphon off PPE
I’m with Public Enemy, “stay the fuck away from me”
Conservatives spaff’ cash and endanger our family
Bozo, more U-bends than Putin’s wife
Dither and delay cost 100’000 life
With a mouth full of fevers, empowered by leavers
His fowl behaviour, praised Trump as our saviour
Cummings in his ear, in his rear eye mouth
Follow that fucker and we all fall south (of heaven)
He’s putting Brits in the oven, hand over gloven,’
Ready mi ready, just cooked another dozen
Go tell your ma’, your sister and cousin
Squnitin’s gone cursin’ in wonkyverse versin’ (dispersin)
infected, with novel rip-rap-arona’
Injected with poets for a whole new personae (to cajole ya’)
rap-rona round the globe
Raw Joyce Popper poppin’ in yer’ frontal lobe’
Make laughter infectious again
Fake letter in fact a pain
Fact the pain away, with rainbow come rain
Babies in feeding trough, old forgotten, Gorbachov
I’m snookered at the turntable, Squintin like rack man in-off
Boom time for vultures, payday for toffs
I hope they all choke on kamikaze moths–Squintin Quarantino
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Flu Romance – Squintin Quarantino

(Shout out to Culpatino…no blame. Big up Gravitino, I feel you)
My gloves are on, the detergent is drawn
I’m ready for the virus from dusk till dawn
Break the trance with the vibes from Brian Eno
The sound flew off the tracks cuz’ I’m Squintin QuarantinoI’m like Kurt Russel in Escape From New York
Running man, stunning man, gunningham talk
Like Stallone in Lock Up and Hanks in Castaway
I’m stuck here in Quarantime looking for the way
Out…
I’m isolating nice things singing while tricycling
Flinging words stifling, the greedy are pilfering
The vultures are profiting
Don’t stand so close to me
I practice social distance Sting
I save Zoe…and my keys unchained Django
Watch me on screen, love, Squintin Quarantango
In Paris, with the butternut squash
In the bed with moustache sized buds in ma’ stash
High as a Kietel here alone in the hotel
Show tell bad smell brad pitted’ cherry bell
A big shout out to Mia Wallace and Gromit
She wears the wrong trousers and sniffed the wrong sherbetTake the pandem-mic and make the people dance
Stay the fuck inside its no flu romance
I’m a natural born killer of this novel corona
Squashed it with my Ayahuasca ceremona
Original gangsters like Whitey Albino
Can’t shoot a shot like Squnitin QuarantinoLike Hoffman in a Hazmat suit
Prometheus blows mellow flute
Can’t touch the hammer you might go David Banner
The gamma-slammer-roller got your tongue on stammer
The Androm-media strain effect like a domino
I’ve seen it blurred before as Squintin QuarantinoNatural born iller than Jacko in Thriller
Beats lilted dilla Jackie Brown in the mirror
My mind in a sewer better sew something newer
Dip a toe in the water stay inside like befower’
I can’t be sure bruh my vision is poor
All out of focus from each scene to sceno’
Cuz’ in this sun city sin I’m Squintin QuarantinoKick out the germs motherfucker stand back
I strike down with vengeance on corona claptrap
My angers are furious my facts Sammuel serious
A pox on those who poison brothers delirious
Me I like to trip the old acid amino
Shootin’ super hate cuz I’m Squintin Quarantino#CoronaSlayer
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Fresh Off The Dome Of Squintin Quarantino
#BattleNaps
On the way to brum there’s a place called Quinton
I saw it through the window and my eyes started squintin’
I jumped off the bus and was shot in the head
By a fake bullet “for a scene” the chap said
Step the fuck back bruv, do I know you?
Naa’ just kiddin’ saw your hat, checked your crew
We went into the cinema and smoked some strong indo
Turned off the lights and sat Squintin QuarantinoDon’t call me squintin’
When I’m locked down like San Quintin
I’m quitting’ spittin’ sittin’ here knittin’ new mittens
Cute scratching like kittens
Most my girlfriends were fit ens’
So many in the art game get paid a mere pittance
Patience, stop and read the has Beano
The world is hulk fiction and I’m Squintin QuarantinoI step into battle with shaker and rattle
Dressed like a cow I move the crowd like cattle
Commune-immunity with no vaccine is lunacy
Move your dumb ass inside the virus is real you see?
Stop gambling with your life in that fucking Casino
Stay home and kill ill like Squintin QuarantinoTake that 5G conspiracy and give your third eye a squeegee
When you get bored source your news from a Wiji
Bars I got plenty my mouth never empty
Call me Squinting eyes prize flies twenty-twenty
With a mouth full of fevers like you’d never believe us
Hip hop inglorious spit smells like Brad’s Pitt
My reservoir dogs bark at Al Pacino
Don’t fuck with the camera guy I’m Squintin QuarantinoThis band is bound for mumu land
Turntable spray can mic and handstand
Stay the fuck home with stuck home syndrome
Play games fly drone make rhymes dry bone
I’m in quarantainment thinkin’ bout the government
Doing edu-tainment writing to contain it
Outbreak beats from tribal elders to bambino
We’re all bastards now bro just like Squintin QuarantinoWe await a second universal base-sick incoming
Incoming…I juggle beats in my heart I’m drumming
All washed hands on deck, sick seconds to wreck
Better put on a mask and better wynd in yer’ neck
Breath
And get set to a task
Like making gowns gloves food poems and masks
And if in the night you get a strong dark urgy
To go into the streets get a bit purgy
Breath and hold down the fort, stay home, it’s a sport
And I’m the Eddie Eagle Edwards of ski-board rap warriors
Don’t jump stay home, stop worriers
Don’t be hateful mate be a loving hero get leano’
I’ll be here scribblin’ bruv peace Squintin Quarantino.OUTRO: When your locked up inside and there’s nowhere to hide and the last plane has flied and the tough man has cried the criminister lied as the last poet sighed and we all on this slide of mosty unsatisfied we look back and we tied our prejudice to pride and teachers they tried and preachers some died and screetchers they scryed guilty they hide and greedy they seek and the spirit of Apocalypse Cow moooooooo. How do you treat your meat? “if Covid 19 is the China virus, school shootings are the white people virus…” the other Quarantino said. Fly out. Yeah yeah. SQ in the house. Hey, stay home, stay in bed yer’ bellend. Ha. What you looking at now? Why you squinting? Dis ting…here, look, down at your toe, go, run that riddim’ track….flow.
I feel like Rambino when I’m in my Lamborghino
Wearing my chino’s reading porno magazino
From the fam Gambino I gamble rambles for vino
Split the spleeno of geno now I’m singing Turna Tino’Walkin’ down the streeto, just eating my cheetoh
Girl turned and shouted, “hey Squintin Quarantino”
I said “hell no, what the fuck do you meano”
“I’m smoking that icky girl-scout cookie pheno” -
To The Five Cereals God
Spring wind from the East
Whispers of four seasons killer king at large
Falling on deaf ears like snowflakesFlowers burst late winter messaging
Sun’s fire and flood yin and yang
Man’s dumb bones silent and thick
The birds and bees return
I sigh with pain and with relief
The mountains and the milky way do not care
For my mouthful of air
When will I see my family again
Who will we have become
What of the badger fox and pheasant populationsA Tsunami of novelty wash over gold
Sunset on the horizon
Its sudden beauty deceives man
A novel king puzzle virus moves like a god
Invisible almighty all-powerful creator and destroyer
The slugs go about their twisted business
Fish return to the river
Men to their cave
Sorrow on the air like bird songThe countermeasures worse than the illness
Thank goodness for Shen Nung
The five cereals god
Hemp cannabis and cheerfulnessFunny thoughts dissolve
As the long night approaches
I start a poem and the moon sways
Simple good health cheer for all
May the cereal gods be bountiful
May the rains not fail to fall
May the greedy pulldown vanity
Let us swear to meet again in the new world after
Future–Steve Fly
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Corona Cypher – Dirty Cash (Audio)
I’m continuing with my creative poetic rambles into the dark, here with a slice of electronic music made by Tim Egmond. Together we are #FlyQuark
It sounds dark and the content is pretty dark too, you might want to file this away for a later date.I have more uplifting music and poetry in the pipeline. Yay! These are some of my immediate thoughts read aloud into the mic, this track has an overdub of some desperate singing. “Dirty Cash I want You, Dirty Cash I need You More…”
Originally addressed to Mark Rutte of the Netherlands on the 17th March before he had taken appropriate measures to curb social events. Things move pretty fast these days, and I’d have changed my tone a bit, if I would have waited 48 hours. More reason to publish these writings and live readings to create a snapshot of how I was feeling…reeling.
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Corona Cypher – First Thought Best Thought (Beatbox Poetry)
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On March 19th I was fortunate to be able to record the words and a separate beatbox track at Ei-Complex studios with Tim Egmond. #FlyQuark
At home I mixed the beatbox and vocal tracks. Love, fly.Corona Cypher: First Thought Best Thought Feat. Squintin Quarantino.
Words composed March 10th, 2020. Amsterdam. Recorded by Tim Egmond at Ei-Complex, Amsterdam. 19th March, 2020. Rough Mix by Steve Fly a.k.a Squintin Quarantino. Slice of lyrics…“…Make a new garden crew Do what you need to do to prevent flu Stay high, fly, CBDJ “Hi,” Feed your immune system with funny thoughts Play mind games and put out doubt with flames Quote facts and peer-reviewed names to reignite Each and every night unravel your talk tapes mi’ mates More toxic than J.P Morgan Monsanto and a five-year-old bag of rotten potato From the get-go King Virus by contamination Like the four horseman in the Tesco lasagna Animal traffick led to… Pick up the mic and go endemic to prevent panic With a goat, sceptre, and pot plandemic Slammdemic dem Murder virus sound Kill that virus sound Slamm Dem Pandem Mandem standin’ firm Throw water on it, fire, earth, blow it away? No gun or bomb can shoot this King dead Spreading like all memes trending at once, widespread dread All Ornette Coleman solo’s at once A William Gibson meets John le Carre’ finale’ Humanity run off down the motorway like a headless Pangolin Mis-identified as link between animals and humans (My Bad!) News and gov still manglin’ Vultures anglin’ Life lines be danglin’ Who’s who is handling? Ching Ming….CHING MING What good governance? Utterance, for a dollar, do a Johnson trap dance Pulling out while Cummings keeps on Cumming In Putin’s mouth Snivilization slouches further south No worries, it’ll soon come around Table turn around sounds fresh and loud Disperse to move the crowd, us discoronians stick apart Stay one meter away and claim your space Make your ritual space in that place Surround yourself with good omens Cleanse banish power up be here now Wash your hands and then touch your face Speak with sincerity, move with a trellis of lace, with grace Rhyme to climb into the head and bring relief Boost your immune system with some sexual relief No tissue, use a handkerchief Turn grief to a new leaf, good greaf? Sacrifice for greener futures That healthy planet for the young the dinosaurs refused? A death sentence for business The end of the dinosaur age is messy Goodbye T-Rex, goodbye Nessy Oil and fossil fuel industry made dust, past history Toxic debts and bonds fall like towers unwashed money Another bust boom bust boom! Evidence capitalist governmints made of sand-men Who do you trust? World market kept up by tent poles made of jelly and marzipan International unrestricted finance capitalism Pandemic running loose infecting humans for millennia, check it If Language is a virus from outer space so is money, burn it A Pangolin Bat broth dissolved trillions Gobble gobble gobble they earned it Hairs on the arms of billionaires and millionaires flare You can imagine them looking into space From a Yacht, that stare No blame, stop hating, we need to come together and stick apart And keep masterbating Wankers against the second come-king You’re gonna need pliers to get me out of bed Stuck to the sheets by my leaky prik-stick spread Who’s the illest now? Beat the virus Go wireless and tell a tireless solo choir-less let’s go Don’t fight forces use them, Learn to love the illness and embrace darkness in fullness And shine light, illuminate, stimulate sexdrive To produce white blood cells Mind body speech, word sound power, wash pray spit and shower Cleanliness is next to holiness, be the pollen and the flower Dethrone King virus and lock it away in a tinder box. Not from terrorists but bats and pangolin Pang, pang, pang, pang, with a pang and with a whimper Solidarity with all in discomfort from hunger loneliness Suffering from Corvid19, heartbreak or regular flu My thoughts and virtual arms just dropped the mic to hug you Fight back with A G C and T It’s only about 8 Kilobytes, put em’ up, Language is the key, break the spell do it well, duck, weave, duck duck invocation not required, they’re all around touch taste sound smell On earth and inner neurological spaces, as in heaven as in hell Places to bottle up solutions and write new potions To kill the King Virus and bring hope to nations Yes we can figure out preventative medicine Starting with high dose sessions of psilocybin Stay high and happy, positive, keep vibing Calling all gods and goddesses worldwide and beyond From the Compton Length to Hubble’s Red-Shift Under mountain, glacier and pond Give us a hond’ Every quantum super-computer and solid-state entity Each and every discarnate spirit, ghost, an angel hear me –Steve Fly Agaric 23. #DeepScratch #Plush
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Book Of Covid19 Chapter 4 – When The Toilet Paper Jokes Are Over
Getting Sober For March?
When toilet paper jokes are over you’ll be wiping your eyes
Perhaps you’ll see a corpse maybe your relative dies?
And we’ll learn together until the new dawn
How to organize resist fight and seed a new lawn?None could see the bacteria or could know how it flow on the air
Well…we could if, we’d done our research, but no, Netflix is more important
Care to look at how suited up the Chinese are?
That hand wash and elbow bump won’t stop it bra’
Need heavy duty shit.Bovirus Johnson and Agent Orange strike
Hazmatt ‘washed’ Handcock?
Herd immunity for the deaf dumb and blindsided
Dominic Jackpot Cummings prime suspect
With behavioural misfit Nazi eugenics
Put his head on a corona-spike outside number 10!Grow them hospitals fast now quick smart in a hurry
Like the Chinese speed building of hospitals in a week in a flurry
Beat that and make that the new sporting competition
Who can save the most people?
Who can build the most hospitals fastest bestest biggest freshest?
Why not a race for the vaccine
Where’s the incentive for research like
1 Billion dollars for the inventor of the vaccine?
I know why these are rhetorical questions in a poem
Where’s it going?
Uncertainty and darkness then after the light
After a few months in the dark
Keep your heads and wits about youThis is how I learned to love the bomb
With an acoustic guitar and a kettle drum
With a passion for compassion for those on rations
The equivalence of all things, stay high, clean your wings
Acceptance and calm and healing hand balm
We need your intellect empathy and volcanic charmI’m in slaying distance of a virus only three months old
It knows what I’m thinking and its heart is cold
78 degrees can kill it and stomach acids too
Get it out of your throat and into your poo
I can’t escape her clutches with drinking and smoking dutchies
Better the devil you know than hopeless sinking on crutchesGet to know your enemy study them well
Practice blindfold often, learn to trust your smell
You’re not alone, not if you’re reading this…
I know my attitudes flippant and my comedy on the piss
I’ll be here for you as long as it takes
As long as eternity, deep as great lakesDon’t hoard like the bankers but do take your share
Know that love runs through you and all things everywhere
Don’t be like them just lead with your heart
Be a covid19 heroin 2020 plenty to do let’s startMake Isolator Hash
Design share and build Ventilators in a dash
Makeshift shelters and army style pop-up hospices
We are at war with invisible viruses
Love all the people78 Degrees can kill it
Drink water often, do it, swill it
Boost vitamin C, and A, and E
Grow some herbs bruv
We gonna’ need that treeSincerely
–Steve Fly
#PanicWanker
#Ventilator
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