August 21, 2016Bioman, Flash, Poem, Poet, Poetry, The Daily Writ, Uncategorized Leave a comment Western Man Western man, you feel alone in this pesticide existence Known as World-player, not Whole-food merchant of diocese and death-departed Nuance’d time like their use of the word Numb for the feeling of being in control Of one’s bladder when it is About to burst from the way it says To me: “I won’t give in until I vent my Rage at the rest of the world And pee On it.” I will be then and there the one who asks: “What is it that makes all then and there the same as them that do not give a damn About it?” Copyright B E Saunders 2016 Share this:TwitterFacebookPrintLinkedInEmailLike this:Like Loading...