June 6, 2017Bioman, Flash, Poem, Poet, Poetry, Uncategorized Leave a comment KNOCKING You take your spanner and knock in the screws enough to tighten my head to my neck Thursday’s washing machine according to quota, is complete. Your ward is A knocking shop. COPYRIGHT BRUCE E SAUNDERS 2017 For my psychiatrist. Share this:TwitterFacebookPrintLinkedInEmailLike this:Like Loading...