Here Be Thingies

Here be thingies,
basking and pulsating they flop.
Here be thingies,
watch as they roll to your stop.
In red rimed 'glistens,
(handle only with mittens)
Hurl them and watch them go plop.

Ranted by Doomboy

Those LNP 'G-Men'

Boarding the flight from Newmania to Bofland, I was conscious of the LNP operatives on my tail. Their hats were pulled low on their brows to meet with dark rimmed sunglasses. They wrestled broadsheet newspapers; a dead giveaway to these LNP 'G-men' in the digital age of handhelds.

In the 21st century, a radical like me doesn't need weapons to bring down a regime. Our colt 45's now replaced with iPhone 4's. We can quick-draw down on an adversary and fire short bursts of prose.

Words are our bullets now. A seemingly never ending supply of ammunition, taking down corrupt politicians and dodgy governments a tweet at a time.

The flight is uneventful, nothing more than you'd expect traversing major cities in Australia. Those 'G-Men' sit idly to the front and right of me, inconspicuous only to themselves.

I reach the port of destination, do the usual and check in for a drink at the nearest.

A tumbler of golden whiskey in front of me, alone, at the bar, she comes up behind me.

"Is that a policy in your pocket or are you smuggling budgies?"

I wheel around in alarm, the operatives pictured above her right shoulder, she looks...  beautiful beyond anything I could ever have imagined.

Wait.

No, I was never trained to be distracted this way.

Ranted by Doomboy