May 25, 2017Bioman, Flash, Poem, Poet, Poetry Leave a comment MY FACE MY ANGER It has not been since time began that I put you to the test, the want of all to see you there in the podium position, to be felt that you could make it to there and then again without the needs of the full and offered few, to be called the when and the why. It should be all too clear there are terms about to know it to them that is the following, they ask not just the start of all the rites of the field, to be able to make do with the prophetizing of Lordly persons to be able to make it to the ending of the final book. It is not about the rights of all few men but the right of all, to be able to make it to the riots of flooding tears through the youth of today who know it too, though asking is not that answer since they all give out the right to be here and not there, which is starting to hurt. It faces the beauty in Spring and arrows to the starting point there, where it is should and shan’t and not the right of all who need to be there when it starts and not stopping for the right of the women to give it to then and the right of then is now. COPYRIGHT BRUCE E SAUNDERS 2017 Share this:TwitterFacebookPrintLinkedInEmailLike this:Like Loading...