May 15, 2017Bioman, Flash, Poem, Poet, Poetry Leave a comment I WON’T EAT YOUR FOOD I won’t eat I won’t sleep I won’t tell time I won’t seek the willow, for it is not the right of all but the sombre youth of today that see it as the fault of the older generation, not their own, for not listening to their will power – to be able to make it all the way to the start of the regimen called the riotous assembly of all the fruit of their labour. It will be then that they all see the right and wrong as being in the west and not south of the right to be here in the end of it all. Bye! COPYRIGHT BRUCE E SAUNDERS 2017 Share this:TwitterFacebookPrintLinkedInEmailLike this:Like Loading...