DEEP SCRATCH

Tag: Coronavirus Cypher

  • SQ – December Reflections

    Can’t be arsed to edit this, you get the jist.

    Go forward mutate fly
    Hum and dance keep it simple
    It is simple
    32 mutations and counting
    Like Tik-Tok vs. Youtube
    Which is more infectious?
    Like real guns vs water pistols
    Which more deadly
    The corona virus don’t wanna’ kill us
    It wants to join us for the wild ride
    Assimilate, co-conspire
    Expire as we do
    Inspire us to be better than them
    Better than them
    Smarter by empathy
    Viruses gonna’ evolve
    Natural origins or unatural
    What is that?

    Why man and a bat why not just the bat
    A man or women, a bat a virus or
    A lab, a bat, a leak, a virus?
    What is natural to you
    Give me a clue to chew as dawn breaks
    So we track the mutations Alpha Beta Gamma Delta
    Omicron
    What’s new on the Amino Acid scene?
    What lives next door
    Which acids and which letters switched
    Switched letters you say
    Like the S/T transfer of Einstein
    Or the HCE ALP switches of Joyce
    These voices are calling you

    A pile of bards bodies piled high
    Are singing for you
    This is how it goes
    Everybody gets infected
    Few get very ill
    Virus 1 humans 0
    Yet the new science will roar on
    The twenties will be RAW
    New science of entourage effect
    Whole greater than parts

    Burroughs said language is
    A virus from outer space
    Amino acid mutations is a 
    Language from inner space
    Fitness, adaptation, spoonerisms
    Symmetry and amino
    Crossword puzzle proteins
    Thus word spike floating
    Whirlpool raspberry coating
    Sugar and spice and terpene
    Excuse my burping I’m searching
    Spike Lee spike sea urchin
    Shrooms and silver tree birchin’  
    Comb over my curtain
    Truths hurting, hoofs hoofin’
    Windy gales blew my roof in
    Complex spiked balls trading letters
    Grabbing alphabets
    Chemical spells tricky word games
    Re-edits, reverse transcripts
    Inverse the curse Love trips
    Love thy enemy Hug the beast
    Study the mutant Sit down for the feast at least
    Map trajectories
    Open for updates
    Open for optimism
    The beginning of the end
    Omicron’s final days
    Final mutation into oblivion
    A mild tepid cold or some other
    Order of beingness, long term side effects?
    What do you make of it?
    What does it make of you?

    The viruses seems and acts atheist
    No ghosts in that machine
    All billion year old school vibes
    Mold tool tribes
    Booked mule rides A-Z
    Chemically DNA-RNA GATC
    Bass amino acid house basement
    Labs no cash just grabs
    Waterspout rush hot pinks salmon
    Autumn petal rustic
    Letter swatch time
    Itch rhyme swish
    Mutate enough to infect the meaning
    Not too far from the path
    But a new path, draft, a raft craft
    A daft math graph for laughs
    A saft bath salt fault line for guilt to
    Drink and eat at the table
    Molecules unstable why jumping
    What is that chest thumping
    Is that humping and pumping or
    Flumping and dumping Xing Ping
    Lab leak flab geek
    Boomer with a pooter
    Too fast crashed the scooter
    What master plan, what end game?
    Natural or not how you distinguish
    Same
    Letters switch like train tracks
    Coaches steaming in
    Vaccines rolling out
    Aspirations to be the aspirate Robin Hood
    Exasperate and gasps I make
    A lot of clots and side effects mateIf you don’t aspirate the needle
    Your care for the patient is feeble
    Look it up google + scholar

    Flip the scriptease
    Translate, taste the acid
    Face the acid, I meano’
    Go deep and study  
    Get a tooth bloody
    Letters keep turning
    Mutating like gyres inside
    Like Joyce inside and like
    Shannon error correction
    The race to the mildest variation
    A Goldbloom variation
    Tepid background buzz
    Endemic and with us like Bach
    Or Coltrane or Joyce
    Ubiquitous yet non-lethal
    A viral ecosystem of harmonic
    Convergence and decoherence
    Ever changing everliving
    Eternal return change eternal 4D block
    Form and function in between each slice
    Humanity engulfed by the loving 
    Protection of viruses against other more deadly
    Viruses

    Who knows what protection we have
    Against changing the letters
    Changing the words around to make
    Something Nu-topiaN
    Whatever it is I’ll assimilate
    Through the lens of art all is fodder
    We churn the cosmos, earth, flora forna
    Together mixing and curddling
    Repel attract pull and push
    These features beyond art
    Science, the secret hero of these scrawls
    Yes, that rough stickler and prickly beast
    Science
    Yet its compliance or not
    That’s the question a lot’s got
    And I’m tired of trotting the trot
    Spit out the cot, weird is born
    Breath Lee Hem Lee Whorf
    Ordinate courses cast for past torus
    Shored like a tortoise
    Husky like a mollusc eyes read and crusty
    Wind up my sleeve, papers blustery
    At the bus stop, big mystery

    Kiss the sky shine the mind, look down
    Foot to work, hand to jerk juxtapose toes
    Illuminated detail
    Precise, accurate or rot
    Spiral staircase
    Waterspout, whirlpool
    Vortex what you got DNA RNA transcription cyclone
    Dyadic Lilly Climb the book hill, spiral helix tone
    Dubbed the he licks tomb
    Clubbed till early morn’
    Rubbed the teapot, come out, come on
    Twisted locks picked packed lips puckered
    Flows battered, the pizza pattern
    To mean similar toppings Alpha
    Beta Gamma Delta
    Omicron
    All cheese
    I’m a scientist now get on your knees
    I took a lying test and passed with straight Z’s
    People speak covid breezeI just choke up and sneeze
    Scratchin’ wax, I got fleas
    Lay with dogs you dream leads
    A good breath and some beads
    Some good soil and some seeds
    A lil’ water outta’ feed, the new bleeding edge
    Sledge packed, culture
    Ready for what comes after
    Tale of the tribe
    Learning with laughter
    Graff and what comes after
    The next generation of thinkers
    ArtistsIt’s all for them to untangle
    Looked at from every side angle
    Every sly angel
    As you sit round that candle
    Know this

    War is over
    Assimilate with the virus
    No, scratch that
    Be fucking careful out there
    Please, for god’s sake wear a mask
    It’s ain’t hard If you don’t want the vaccine don’t take it
    But don’t take it I’m dragging you to the snake pit
    I took it, so that’s that
    Logged in the bucket
    Discussion is good Censors crooked
    That said
    Sometimes that hate just ain’t cooking
    In my kitchenette lithograph
    Love all the people and you do the math
    Come around my gaff
    Listen as I guff’
    Cover mics with a glove or a muff
    Covid’s gone just like that
    Into us all puff
    So I’m with you fellow humans
    It’s time to join the new fam’
    What’s identity anyhow but a trick
    Or a scam

    I’m my eyeballs, blood, bone and thoughts
    I’m my nervous system brain body interface
    Call me Steve, ole’ yam yam
    Beats damned up, tracks slammed up
    Art in tatters, shattered
    From the broken ant hill new ants
    Lost turtles, subtle
    Sub to rain gods calling 1,2,3
    Footsteps of herds bring shrooms
    14 days later rain
    I mean to say
    Cycles seasons capture change
    Predict mutation like Chalmers
    Predict, what is that?
    Edict on the derelict terror flicks
    Mutate, out smart the pricks
    Spread wings of love tolerance
    Understanding and fierce blessing
    Pierce hate with peace now stop messing’
    Cheers mates keep flossing
    Ven diagram ear needs glossing
    Switch letters by rhyme tossing
    Messy bossy fitness germ infectious term posseI don’t want it truth be told
    And I want to help strangers
    The vulnerable and old
    You do too so join me please
    In coughing in your elbow and 
    Hand to mouth when you sneeze
    Keep on flowing now don’t freeze
    Doubling of information
    Negentropic nature of things
    Entourage compound emic ettic attic tease
    Static wave ecstatic hilarity
    A kinda super fury dope rhyme singularity
    With a coherent disparity
    Between the point and marrow see
    Bones, all I see is drones
    All I write are songs
    Only thing I hit is bongs
    Packed with hash and weed though
    Printing hinting guarantees low
    Minting NFTease
    Pinching flynichin
    D lynch binge king

    Squintin Quarantino–11/12/21     

    Corona Slayer: Squintin Quarantino by Steven James Pratt https://www.amazon.de/dp/B09JVM38N8/ref=cm_sw_r_tw_dp_ASNEARKTV6NGV0STNN21

  • SQ – Freestyle 1

    Oh my 
    Fifth wave coming
    Still vaccinated, beats coming
    It gave me insight, on site, on bright

    Omicron
    Doubling like mumps
    Lumps in the graph
    Check the math
    We’ve all got it
    Minimal symptoms
    Mild disease
    Cough and sneeze
    Some aches and wheeze
    Less death, thank you please
    Be careful, mindful, it’s still a danger
    The others the others, on the breeze

    What of cosmology
    Stars and such
    Mind body speech
    Ouch, give me a crutch
    Thought as much, snaked lunch

    Mutant breakfast
    Muesli brunch
    Feel the crunch of giants
    Feeding munch
    Seeding much
    Weeding fields, leading such
    Greed in power
    Needing sucks

    Forgive my simplistic metaphor
    But it seems omicron is a 4/4 mix
    Covid’s Greatest Hits
    With a few new remix bits.
    A new Amino Acid House
    Sick house, bangin’ plague techno.
    Wangin’ science, tech though
    Half are right half wrong
    Twitter twatter tipple thong
    Nipple gate nipple throngTom Hanks in a forrest of ping pong 

    As the sleeve weaves hatrick
    Shout out to Ed and Slash and burn bardiatrics
    Hash and burn word theatrics
    Back flip crash matt licks
    Mash boogie sway hips
    Fast clips
    Flash lips, rose tips
    Hose clips and nose rings

    Phone calls and flow sings
    Song bird and grow tips
    As the crow flips
    The tape drips the epl pips

    Suction nipple clips
    Pineapple sips
    Bikini tits
    Lamborghini twits
    Flap a cap in yer’ mouth
    Shroom cap, it just fits
    Damn, I got a lot to say
    I’m published but still the time fades away
    Guns to spades and sleigh
    Undergrounds the way
    Borough after burrow to say
    Just say neigh, brey and tea

    V for Vedanta
    C for Kant
    Kunst for the people
    Sea shanty rant
    She shunty pant
    Sex tolerant
    Sex for the rent
    Sex ignorant
    Sax solo rant
    Poetry’s a cunt
    Poets are dicks
    Egoist hick with all the best
    Flicks and sticks stones to break bones

    To break balls and minds hearts and faith
    To break logic and reason, love and hate into math
    To bake cakes of despair
    To throw carrots and cream up the walls
    Scream and imitate the autotune of Cher
    Bare buttocks and tight riggin’
    Who’s awake, who’s jiggin’
    Flews chicken
    News ticking tock tailors buggin’

    Thugs out there huffing and thuggin’
    Ropes greasy, the headz still tuggin’
    Plug yer’ lug in
    Slug yer’ left hook in
    Slog the bowl, swiss roll, your bowling or batting
    Is that a whig or matting
    Trimmed beard like Mike Gatting
    Tripple doorstep all the fat in
    Spells in latin
    Grammar stammer hammer astra
    Gastricle dawn theory
    Mourn Leary
    Star seedy far freely

    Blessed are the masked
    As they fight alone
    Individuals united by logic
    To at least lessen the rabid foam
    Rabid tomb, Reagan zone
    Biden smiles, Trump gone home
    Rump still rare
    Bacon fat
    Sausages still sizzling
    Got a Clue Klux Klan
    Rottenhouse, what about that?

    What about that murder
    This killing, those victims, these words
    What of the unheards
    The dead, the wounded this verse
    The hounded and categorized
    Dumbfounded
    Even the donkey astounded
    Coverse.

    What othering
    Who can’t be bothering
    Squintin be smothering
    Sisterly respect, brothering
    No lords, all human
    These words glow illumen
    Tapping chiefs and shaman
    This not for money, I eat ramen
    Real shit, soul drama
    All on the line
    Rhyme farmer

    Slime flinger
    Time swiffer and dust muncher   
    Slumber jock cruncher
    Kojacks I puncher
    Innertube fracture
    Traction by fraction inaction
    Tracksuit too cute for no action

  • Corona Slayer 2

    Written, recorded, produced and mastered by Steve Fly @ Fly Agaric Studios, Amsterdam. 24-28th July 2021. (Edited 10th August & September 13th, 2021)

    Since March 2020, Squintin Quarantino has been writing rhymes in a ‘first thought best thought’ manner, presented here with little editing. This is the second installment following on from the first ‘Corona Slayer E.P’ (released in September 2020.

    I trust these rhymes will cohere for you. Starting with the global lockdown 1 in March 2020, rhymes helped me to crawl through the last sixteen months. Besides straight ahead prose writing and my experimental novel: Deep Scratch, this SQ outlet helped cleanse my racing mind.

    SQ is intent on spreading rhymes and scrutiny of the Covid response, focused on the UK and Holland. The growing abyss between the rich and poor, and lack of support for providing food, clothing and shelter for all humanity has tripled the blow on the vulnerable. Now’s the time to take personal responsibility. #coronaslayer

    –Steve Fly,
    Amsterdam, 14th July 2021.
    www.deepscratch.net

    Thanks For The Support,
    www.patreon.com/stevefly

    Get the book Corona Slayer @ Amazon:
    www.amazon.de/dp/B09JVM38N8/ref=…HVGT28GC4RJ3HFZN99

    https://soundcloud.com/stevefly/sets/corona-slayer-2

  • Squintin Quarantino – Fuq Johnny English

    Phew, my words still gettin’ through?
    Lick-shot out the blue, spit split intwo
    What’s not and what’s true, where we and who you?
    Crew up and cue up, It’s time to break
    Beats rhymes lives against the lies and fakes
    Have your cake, eat it
    Take your drum, beat it, concrete it, congress
    Get us all out this fine mess

    I’ve my suspicions, a band of magicians
    Warrior poets spit like real politicians
    Surprise equals information, this message trans-nation
    Distinguish yourself with brain mouth
    Go North East West after south

    We don’t reject conspiracy
    It’s a culture mirror, see
    Sore the populist pimple burst
    Vote Leave, Britain first
    Military grade weapon thirst
    Grandma and grandpa in cross-fire cursed
    War on terror tools
    Turned on public, trolls breed fools

    Westword data dystopia flip
    UK US myopia drip
    Facts gone blurry, speech all slurry
    They’re not sorry, sacrifice health for money, finance slurry
    Artist’s hot-belly full of Crowley curry
    Ready to deliver, deep forest rushing river
    Music with goosebumps, songs to make you shiver
    Attacks on arts and cultural outliers
    Highlights its power over robot town criers
    They can defund us, rob all our heritage
    Turn our industry to mush with clot after clottage
    But there’s no stoppage in this heart-head wattage
    We sucked on acid, liquid and blottage

    Mind body peach poem, please keep sewin’
    Keep going, heart flowing, dip yer’ toe in
    Keep crowing, mowin’ writing scriptures and poems
    Am I not getting through?
    Rhymes melting like snow
    States and Business strike
    With sick price hike
    You’ve got the stage, give me the mic’

    All the best minds getting bought by Google
    Those in Government still playing fruggle, I play buggle
    It’s a juggle and muddle, face down in puddle
    We all need a cuddle and a double on the double
    Excuse my mumble
    As I fumble and grumble like a lung lost womble
    Let’s roll and tumble to this humbelly rumble
    From out the rubble a Ruby 
    Critical thinkers, old and newbie
    Where your crew be, Marquis DeSelby
    Equal life affirming and dazzling beauties 
    As, dystopian dark rap realist footsies
    Prospiracy a thing, it’s praise I sing
    With bells, whistles and a heap of RAW bling
    Secret cabals with mutualist goals
    Snowdon moles, reverse trolls
    A conspiracy of thrills, to fight ills
    Critical paranoia, canvas happy health pills
    Microchip to save climate, stop oil spills, rhyme it.

    Design science fiction, hard as DALL:E
    Empathic imagination to destroy Fox TV
    Post Q altruist narrative story, a constructive Tory
    Or constrictive lies in glory?
    What’s real, what’s not, judgement shakey?
    Spotted with Delores, god for fake me
    Poet for hire, bold from worst shire
    Save what you can from a cultural pyre

    You, me, us and them, all together mighty jam
    I’m Muslim, Christian, Jewish and Buddhist
    Let’s just eat, call ourselves foodist
    Don’t mean to sound rudest or crudest, no flu list?
    Let’s do this, spit it all out behind the mask
    Entertainment is a thankless task
    With a mammoth tusk we dance at dusk
    Smell musk and taste upper apple crust husk
    Sell optimism in bulk using incredible talk
    Whistle beatbox and walk, be like gulls and squark
    Murray Gell Man on Quarks, complex skid Mark

    All religions be twain
    With secular society, to gain
    Paths to unity through rain blame game pain main
    Junction of voicebox flame
    Enchanted hot tales fly off in flocks
    Think out the box, outfox the fucks
    Modular tools for new building blocks
    Fight crooks with books, avoid kooks and spooks
    Be like Dr Spock, rock the spot
    Put sincerity in snot, go process TTOTT

    I am you and you are me
    Get it bruv, time for tea
    In your shoes, in my head, can’t get you, what she said
    What they say, whatta’ they say, what you say
    I say, me say, you say?
    We all stand together
    United workers, sympathetic sisters
    Downtrodden, vulnerable, minorities, grafters
    Sing it loud from the rafters
    This poem aircraft us, all the gods never left us
    And the planet can sustain, it must
    It’s all resources for all, or bust
    I’m down rabbit hole with hands out, trust
    Come together with zest
    Build community chest with others, the rest
    Invite them as guests to build empathy nests
    Sew em’ big boy pants and bullet proof texts

    Texts for sanity, for gravity, humanity
    A global village to avert world calamity
    Calm salt sea science speak seriously
    Science friction fractured actual factually
    Manufactured fragments feed back to me
    Turn index with psychic appendectomy
    I use my decks you see
    Turn-tables to fables mystery seeking that unity story
    Be it romance or gory, Labour, Tory

    Attention apprehension by marketing hench-men
    Forgot to mention our invention,
    Disbelief suspension
    Storyboard adventure to wonderland ascension
    Keep em’ reading with tension
    God’s murder at the conspiracy convention 
    Form and function my contention
    Dutch sandwich, meet heads for luncheon

    Come play
    Make space communism gay
    Roll in the hay and say, yes way, this way
    Do you own nothing, are you happy
    Or own everything and sad
    Join the fight for the good fight, you’ll be glad
    Familiar like Dad
    I’m puttin’ the fly in the gad
    Dishing up beats, rad 
    I’ve been here in the arts lab since a wee’ lad
    I dislike Johnny English, Mr dithering Beano’
    I prefer John Le Carre cuz’ I’m Squintin Quarantino 

  • Squintin Quarantino – Unherd Of Covidiot Media.

    Squintin ain’t flinchin’ at the quack mob preachin’
    Covidiot ravers should be sent to plague island, bitchin’
    Lapsed Christian football thugs, fake gangsters, mugs
    Snot nosed middle no-class kids, rotten gammon luggs
    Y’all need some drugs, you give cannabis a bad name
    You organize on Facebook and then criticise same
    No moral compass, no empathy, y’all wampie’s
    The sheep you see in others, led by Donkeys

    I’m no fan of Rutte, that benefits scandalous slut
    Squintin’s been critiquin’ while unherd truthers tweekin’
    I come to wrap you muddafuckers around the wreakin’
    Tongue on fire, heart desire, meme-warfare be speakin,
    Last and next weekend, your damn lies piss takin’
    You organize and support superspreader events
    Crazy rogue serial Qillers, alt-right media savants
    I’ll serve you up like ham-kass croissants
    When my eyes get hot cross, I swing vision with passions          

    Ongehoord, whores and hard-right horrors
    Support for Engles, Bidet and Wilders
    Ongonize on Facebook, Arnold Karskens, bald fuck
    Nasty populists like Trump and Farrage,
    All white hate and populist brainwash-anon mirage
    No funding for anti-fascism, just geld to verk’ for Shell
    What’s that corporate capitalist market research smell?
    Preying on the disenfranchised and the vulnerable
    Stirring up racial tension, Zwarte Pete, abominable

    Branch Covidiots and faithful maskless masses
    Gather in superspreader groups and speak out their asses
    And the police state expands, to kettle the unherd
    Shouting Freedom, dumb dumb minds to mush and turds  
    Hot Yoga Engels can shove it up his hot chakras
    Lange Frans, go dance alone in crap circles at black-mass
    From the demented world of Bannon and Sarkov
    The new Dutch right media can shut up and fuck off.
    I’ve a message for all branch covidian media
    Pack your shit like Trump, I ain’t scared of yer’

    –Squintin Quarantino.

  • 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 drop

    Murder 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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  • Squintin Quarantino: Mink Differently

    Pontoon…that’s twenty twenty one
    Put yer’ mask on, big task ahead son
    SQ Raps, with zoonotic curses
    A pox on capitalists, flock of bats in these verses
    Swoop down with sonor into your town
    James Brown on the speakers (get up, get down)
    The message I got and medium hold it
    Warped my mind, cosmos enfolded (tongue molded)
    My joint hold it
    That weed, sold it, green like Kermit,
    supreme vermin, sermon turnin’
    R-number determine the respect that you earnin’ (Zero?)
    …I’m showing concernin’
    Shut the fucking zoos and the schools, get learnin’

    I look in mirror, and tap the sink
    Double tap my head, think mcfly think
    These rhymes on pages, unpublished gauges
    For Le’ Mink I beg forgiveness from gods and sages
    Animal trade brings a shit parade
    Unless, in a lab, you think the virus made 
    They farmed fur and fucked with the wrong mink
    They picked the wrong Pangolin, wrong day, wrong drink
    Now humanity caged, we all enraged (klink klink)
    Klink klink
    You put Mink and Pangolin and Bats in cages
    Farm anything that walks, now the virus engages
    Pelts and coats and eyebrows and soup
    These mistakes not so man-kind, the guilty group (shot the coup)
    You eat Bat Pangolin soup you die
    You farm mink in squalour, boxed in you pay
    Their natural habitat is 7 miles wide
    They nurse their young on milk, down their burrow, inside
    Netherlands, Denmark and US breed em’
    Kill them, skin them, sell them and bleed them
    Gone done it now, since pig sheep and cow
    Back to bite you in the ass, better fast write a vow
    The wrong Pangolin and bat-mink farms
    The wrong politician and brats test our calms
    When the wrong human spread the wrong virus
    Cull in Denmark, our fault (I’d fire us)
    Like a bat out of hell you’ll be mourning till’ the morning comes
    I’m not surprised, got a gravestone on my drums
    Pull your mind out the slums (hums)
    Rise up with empathy, let it go, plums
    Covid dumbos suck like a thousand jumbos
    Wishful thinking, booze, god, where the mind goes
    Rhymes runnin’ like yer’ nose in a snot green garden
    Overflow hose with this prose keg yer’ pardon

    Practically shut the Zoo, we haven’t any clue
    How far up David Icke’s Rabbit hole do you have to goo
    Until you smell the bull poo, I ask you?
    Study mammals, the variants, tell parents
    Mammalian pathology and Mink/Pangolin physiology
    Check my methodology, questions, juss’ holla G.
    You believe a bio-flu made in a lab just for you
    Why shut a zoo when it’s Bill Gates crew in Wu
    Antivaxx anti-lockdown virus madness crew, fuck you
    I spit compassion for Mink, you just share sick stink
    Common sense and decency on the brink
    National health crisis, you’re brainwashed like Isis
    Killing just as many, your poor mum dad or granny
    Boris Johnson is a pure fanny
    These dead-pan notes are not funny
    Far right thugs and Facebook groups
    Conmen and victims, all fodder for troops
    Caught in the cross-fire, a zoonotic virus
    I put my hands in the air, but nobody would hire us, they fire us!
    Check the papyrus
    2020 vision I got it
    Published in March, I got a fly in my bonnet
    This is no sonnet but if you sun it you get it
    Vitamin DJ, TJ hooka’ beat smell it
    Don’t forget stay fit, still dance and move your feet
    Be discreet with your raps don’t write all caps
    I’m like a Pangolin army walkin’ through cat-flaps
    Flapping chops, cutting drops, wearing a bat bra singing four-tops
    Turvey, squirrely surely shirley, upside down inside from scurvy
    These liars unnerve me, chumocracy dirty
    I’ve been saying this since I was twenty or thirty
    Always wash your hands before eating at the canteeno’
    The virus invisible, I’m Squintin Quarantino

    They put animals and people in cages
    Profited from misery throughout ages
    Confuse health message as illness rages
    The tabloid right wing news-reaper pages
    Have I got news for you
    This shit started in a make-shift wet zoo in Wu
    The chinese contained it, but some tourists plained it
    And some tourists plained it, and some tourists plained it
    Skiers and first-world upper-class dummies
    Picked up corona for a ride to their cities
    Those living in crown cuckoo land, can’t understand what’s new
    A new virus, previously unknown and that much is true
    Faith salespeople and cheats pounce like vultures
    I make word sculptures, music and cultures
    You turn natural disaster into a man-made catastrophe
    By not taking the scientific consensus seriously
    Toilet papers hordes and 5G nutspiracy, embarrass me, callous me?
    Qanon, wake up son, they’re lying about who’s lying
    I’m flowing here trying to keep from sighing
    Singing not crying, walking not flying 
    There’s no denying, right wing leaders cause more dying
    Look at New Zealand and Wuhan, which communist buying?
    First world white capitalist faith-based disaster
    Exceptionalism, conceit makes the virus spread faster
    All the Trump Bolsonaro Bozo incompetence
    Is reflected in numbers, the death and mere pitence
    Largest military and best health care facilities
    Can’t be used to help the people because their for-profit utilities
    Public funds into private purses
    What are you stupid or something, can’t understand these verses
    You’ve been robbed, raped, thraiped and tortured
    They stole the land, the trees, the air from our orchard
    And although its awkward we must walk forward
    For word brings hope and a rant helps my veggies steam
    Environment a melting ice-cream, it doth seem, ripped at the seam
    Tripped over the dream back to the future nightmare
    But I’m awake, ready for the fight, who’s up and out there?
    I’m here training in my yellow submarino’
    Staring at Faceblock, Squintin Quarantino

    –Squintin Quarantino

    See 2020: Squintin Quarantino

  • 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 you

    This 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 charm

    I’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 crutches

    Get 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 lakes

    Don’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 start

    Make 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 people

    78 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 tree

    Sincerely

    –Steve Fly

    #PanicWanker
    #Ventilator
    #CovidResponseHero

    A Playlist I made for some helpful supporting hacks, tricks and tips.

  • A Rub Or Tug Job A Day Keeps The Doctor Away

    Poet as early warning defence system?
    Don’t panic, I should listen to myself
    Heading into a new dark 3.0
    And out the otherside when a new dawn will break
    A rug or tug-job a day keeps the doctor away, in the meantime

    To repeat, make Bloomsday of doomsday
    Plant seeds and grow your own medicine
    Food fibre fuel and head-food
    Do your chemistry homework now
    Rice, coconut oil, turmeric, lemon juice, honey
    All naturally occurring medicines are your friends
    Re-introduce yourself to the produce

    I’m going through changes
    From complacent to intrigued to worried and back
    Know this fact, we all must act and spare a thought
    Self isolate and stop the wheels lower the probability
    Usually, I’m the one saying “just get over it, think yourself well”
    Here I’m increasingly considering FULL CAPS
    Not to get shouty with orders but please…
    TAKE EVERY PRECAUTION POSSIBLE TO PREVENT THE SPREAD

    Including a little research into the global picture
    Other countries and their response
    Either get to where I’m at with this: CANCEL EVERYTHING
    Or come up with a really good reason why not to?
    Based on what evidence and statistics?
    From what I can gather, we’re heading for a novelty wave
    A tsunami of novelty where things will mutate and change faster and faster
    Get your thoughts in order, make a mantra
    BE A CORONAVIRUS HERO

    Hard questions for me to answer
    Stop smoking immediately in the interest of others?
    Cancel work, gigs, meetings, social engagements for at least 3 months?
    Stock up on food that will sustain in event of lockdown?
    Keep talking and writing to myself or start sharing these questions.

    Dear Boris and Mr Hancock and Mr Trump
    Contain yourselves
    Consider the vulnerable, the at-risk when you speak
    Falling on deaf ears
    So forget about them and reel in your reality back home
    Isolate meditate contemplate
    Poetry and masturbation poetry and masturbation
    Stay awank, we need you

    Love, steve fly

  • Book of Corvid19 – Chapter Two – On Second Thoughts

    Book of Corvid 19 – Chapter Two  

    Test of faith test of chest breadth and math
    Did you see the cough graphs
    Off the scale, like Novichok
    Exponential growth like rice on a chessboard
    It’s the morbid corvid curving
    Carving marvel hero yearning
    What you learning, yet concerning
    Burning money heads turning tardis
    Lockdown or not to lock down?
    And look up world germ wordfare

    Fly Agaric 23 medicinal prose chemically
    Systemically microbially mobile and up your nose
    Infectious like a mile wide smile of Spike
    Skip public transport, walk write or bike
    Pull down thy vanity
    Incubate masturbate check your mate
    Be concerned and keep sanitation tea topped up
    Grow a tree, chop dub, carry water, sedate, it’s all good.

    With the gloves and masks keep your high tea fresh with flasks
    The elixir pixar pixel pixie tricky chunky tangy juice under tang me?
    If the virus came from Gaia, Pandora or Typhon
    Therein lies the salve, vaccine medicine cure
    Helena, Aphrodite, Prometheus or Athena?
    I can’t be sure and to be Frank, this is a rhyme lure
    A skewed dig in the typo-sphere
    Get up with it, get clear, be nurse medic and seer
    We need you now, put everything else down
    Think about it, where from and where to?

    Get hip to the gist of the virologist
    Make it CRISPR read a paper write your paper
    Leave gaps in the text where you don’t really know
    Be humble with uncertainty
    That’s why good scientists speak in the language of probability
    Perhaps maybe I guess who knows?
    Suspended judgement is the key, so it goes

    Like a Preacher Kush, one touch and you fall to the floor
    Or ass drunk crawling on the bar for one more
    Like hooter polluter shooting Putin up yer snooter
    You snooze while King Virus holds an Uzi to your snoozy
    Better get the facts and sit down for some snacks
    Pop open a ragbag of notes and hope the rhyme floats
    Yes totes, don’t be afraid to use post-it notes

    Wash your hands and squeegee your third eye
    It’s still the post-truth era and pie still up in the sky
    Ski with me through the valley of virology
    Micrology and Chemistry, anti-bacterial terpenes
    To grow corona resistant cannabis gardens

    Get smart and do the do due diligence dance
    Watch the graphs and do the maths
    We’re heading for pandemic panic
    Don’t just keep calm and carry on, full stop
    Cancel everything self isolate
    Work from home and work on your home
    Clear your head from the digisphere, claim your dome
    Make the space place nice and fruitful
    Work on yourself, check on the others

    Brothers and sisters, mothers, fathers, sons and daughters
    Now is the time to self actualize and be that change
    Show yourself as a force for good and be that warrior kingslayer
    Topple and slaughter King Corvid 19
    With foresight, more sight, the clock on the wall sight
    No unnecessary journey, why go anyhow
    Be with yourself and love yourself
    Wank yourself silly
    Eat right, talk true, be there, read and seed the new beginning
    The after-math once the peak is passed
    And the masks are off

    Hold news media and the government departments responsible
    And hold your friends, at a distance
    With long stretchy arms made of foam
    Either we all make it or nobody makes it
    A global village has a responsibility to itself, like the market
    Nothing alone
    Self regulate and keep toxic bonds and Ponzi schemes banished
    Power of immunity to replace missing community
    Unity in solidarity in sticking apart
    Social distancing becomes a challenge for the art.