August 31, 2018Bioman, Flash, Poem, Poet, Poetry, Uncategorized Leave a comment The Rumour MDMA can be made in your kitchen sink its noxious fumes can kill the rumour mill is sayin Jack Lee was put to sleep it wasn’t an accident that put three coppers in hospital with respiratory failure forty pound a gram provokes instability even when carefully schooled Like fat girls with tattoos dealers are everywhere in this town built upon hedonism. COPYRIGHT BRUCE E SAUNDERS 2018 Share this:TwitterFacebookPrintLinkedInEmailLike this:Like Loading...