We don’t care anymore. Your black magic trick has lost it appeal. Too much exposure you stupid Neanderthals. The Big Black Poodle is coming after you… going to put you in the loony pen, where you will eaten by your own Whangdoodle
Big Black Poodle
The Big Black Poodle
Blasphemy blasphemy lunatic prophecies
The lies and laws of savage men and theocratic thugs
pigeons, sheep and snakes
I cannot stop you but, be warned I will fight you
With my words and my tools of liberation
You are the killers of the creators of life
You will be devoured by your own whangdoodle
Stuck to the ass wall like a slimy wet noodle
In a place for the piss of the big black poodle
You hooligans know your apocalypse in now
Your women are casting their veils
With a brand new vow
Back into your belching bloody faces
Blasphemy blasphemy lunatic prophecies
The lies and laws of savage men and theocratic thugs
pigeons, sheep and the snakes
I cannot stop you but, be warned I will fight you
With my words and my tools of liberation
You are the killers of the creators of life
You will be devoured by your own whangdoodle
Stuck to the ass wall like a slimy wet noodle
In a place for the piss of the big black poodle
You are the killers of the creators of life
You will be devoured by your own whangdoodle
And stuck to the ass wall like a slimy wet noodle
In a place for the piss of the big black poodle
So go find yourselves a deep deep hole
with a concrete slab
We are all fed up and bored with your jibbery jab
You will be devoured by your own whangdoodle
And stuck to the ass wall like a slimy wet noodle
In a place for the piss of the big black poodle
And this big black poodle has great big balls
And he gonna fill up that hole to yo eye balls
And he is gonna sleep on yo concrete slab
Until he wakes with the urge to piss again
Until you are eaten by your own whangdoodle
Then the world will celebrate your demise
At the burning of your cleric’s cancerous devise
And the women of life will walk free again
And will proudly show the grace in their grin
Blasphemy blasphemy lunatic prophecies
The lies and laws of savage men and theocratic thugs
pigeons, sheep and the snakes
I cannot stop you but, be warned I will fight you
With my words and my tools of liberation
You are the killers of the creators of life
You will be devoured by your own whangdoodle
Stuck to the ass wall like a slimy wet noodle
In a place for the piss of the big black poodle
You will be devoured by your own whangdoodle
And stuck to the ass wall like a slimy wet noodle
In a place for the piss of the big black poodle
You will be devoured by your own whangdoodle
And stuck to the ass wall like a slimy wet noodle
In a place for the piss of the big black poodle
You will be devoured by your own whangdoodle
And stuck to the ass wall like a slimy wet noodle
In a place for the piss of the big black poodle
In a place for the piss of the big black poodle
In a place for the piss of the big black poodle
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Ya Gotta have fun, which I lost over the years. Cartooning seems to be bringing it back. Public figures, where there is loads of hypocrisy, are great, unassailable fodder in my attempts at this new art form, which I had fundamentally rejected. Well, I had always been intrigued with the word satire… never actually understood its profound meaning until now, with Charlie Hebdo.
I apologise to all serious, talented and creative cartoonist for my crude graphic execution. Hopefully I will get better with time. There certainly is an art to this poignant but serious discipline.
I wrote the Big Black Poodle song, which I sing in a rap style with an African drum and a loop pedal as my musical instruments, which seems to enhance the primal meaning in the song. It was a joy to employ the cartoon as the visual image because, the song always gives me a great chuckle in my mental images. The cartoon is the perfect art form for me in this example.
I say “unassailable” because there are very few legal recourses against the cartoonist in Western democracies save, of course, such atrocities as were exacted upon Charlie Hebdo. There needs to be no justification for those savages to slaughter anyone, except living in the Western world and not being a Muslim. So, I will take my chances and stand up, rather than “living on my knees”. And that is not al1.
I do not know if my cartooning career will go anywhere. Sticking with one art form normally looses its magic spell on me after a bit. I get bored easily…ADD??? Chronically world events seems a contradiction to my true passion for art, although I keep abreast of what is reported in the media, even though I know there is so much deception embedded in every word.
If you listen/read all, there is a thread of truth that seeps through the cracks in the lies and hyperboles. I find it very difficult to grasp that thread in the fast paced, contradictory, over-volumed, paparazzi media bits and bites. No mystery why ’apathy’ is polling at such high levels these days. It works for the vested interest of the knuckle pounding, hand wrenching, power broker designers of social , with laws and mandates to smother the masses of somnambulant humanity shuffling along on the streets of the nations.
Keeping one’s humour in these diametrically opposed apocalyptic scenarios floating around media circles these days is not easy. So, for personal relief, I started this new cartoon career…. Gives me a chuckle and there is lots of material out there to work with, Politicians, Corporate Czars, Autocrats, Popes, Despots and other misguided self-made plutocrats and oligarchs lined up for their chance at power’s helm….
and all pointing missiles at each other at the expense of the toiler and the "chattel", born of the mud and the blood.
The Un-Islamic State is simply the alter-ego of the un-secular cell in the human DNA and those in power have no interest in killing it. It’s their Hollywood movie night… their vicarious ego experience in front of the TV with a bottle beer and a bag of popcorn, watching head getting loped off…. for a game of football.
Selamat tinggal Rod rod_malay@hotmail.com
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