May 7, 2017Bioman, Flash, Poem, Poet, Poetry Leave a comment SUBVERSIVE Malcolm MacLaren doesn’t know what it means he’s a punk in another window called Sale and Use he is not a wonder of the world I am and I wonder. There is not a while for you to sanely go to the end of the wharf for the right to iron out your floor belongings it is about the right of many to understand we belong to mighty right-handed usage and warp and that rights it all down on the place of all things called the youf of the planet and not the rights of armies who understand nowt about the subtleties of politics that use the darnation of rightwings to be able to make it to the rentboy’s wonderland and sue you to the floor. It is not the foulmeans that tested one it is the right of all to be here and now and that is why they do not know if it is about time or sorrow to be here in the endzone wondering where you are! Why do you live so mechanistically when you know it is too long before you die and that makes all the wonderment go into the rights of all things under the Tzar’s clothing. COPYRIGHT BRUCE E SAUNDERS 2017 Share this:TwitterFacebookPrintLinkedInEmailLike this:Like Loading...