August 29, 2016Bioman, Flash, Poem, Poet, Poetry, The Daily Writ, Uncategorized Leave a comment Hair of the Dog Hair of the dog is a little riling When not all the food has been eaten For it shall come to pass That all shall be starving when the Earth Is near breakdown From the Climate Neared to the rent and the suspicion That we do not know what to do With it all. I will be then and there the One who sees it And survives the panic to bear it All up for then it will be up to them Not I To be them what is clever. Copyright B E Saunders 2016 Share this:TwitterFacebookPrintLinkedInEmailLike this:Like Loading...