March 23, 2016Bioman, Flash, Poem, Poet, Poetry, The Daily Writ, Uncategorized Leave a comment King of the Street I’m King of the Forest I’m King of the Street Don’t you worry I don’t keep a diary Of events upon the west of here Like an ace cub-reporter I sleuth out The news of the world And it’s all right now That there are terrorists where We can see them. ? Before they were inoffensive strangers but now they are verboten tourists Cruising the world, as they do. Copyright B E Saunders 2016 Share this:TwitterFacebookPrintLinkedInEmailLike this:Like Loading...