May 31, 2017Bioman, Flash, Poem, Poet, Poetry Leave a comment THE CHAPLAIN WOULD NOT APPROVE The parts of me that are missing have yet to be identified I can’t feel them but I know they’re there The missing parts of me. Side-effected, all bestrewn with ideal dogma of use and pure nostalgic coming of thusly arbitrated scum. Blown up, tied up and unleashed by psychiatric industrialist bombers who use me as their tissue of indifference to blow their noses on/off the switch of laughter. It is wrong to say it is right. It is right to whisper it is wrong today. COPYRIGHT BRUCE E SAUNDERS 2017 Share this:TwitterFacebookPrintLinkedInEmailLike this:Like Loading...