May 15, 2016Bioman, Flash, Poem, Poet, Poetry, The Daily Writ, Uncategorized Leave a comment Twenty Pound Deals I used to do twenty-pound deals Enough to let The poor man know how the Other half Thrives on poo-nana’s and coke While we accede to the demand Of race groupings and grow The wheat that makes us all Go slow and endeavour To be clear about the one who is to Be then and now saluted for prowess With a microphone and sayer. Copyright B E Saunders 2016 Share this:TwitterFacebookPrintLinkedInEmailLike this:Like Loading...