De-life is the one who asks for the way


It is good to know it when there are so many knives out.

I went to the farmer to ask for a lepping

And got told it was off today

And then it became apparent that he didn’t

Want to be them and though it began

To sound like there were a lot of timing and spotting

It was done to a ten-fold amount of starting

Fluidic juiced-up rage and terror.

Now it is about to be towelled down

By the rentboy and his friend the traitor

To me, the Christian-hearted filing clerk

Without a name.  I wanted to be a long way from here

And now I am stuck in a feasible trend of lime-lighted

Authorities who want to eat me for dinner.



Copyright Bruce E Saunders 2016

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