December 25, 2019Bioman, Flash, Poem, Poet, Poetry, Uncategorized 5 Comments BUT IT’S ALRIGHT But it’s alright it’s Christmas after all The killer inside me that’s what’s bothering me today the one that is capable of wielding a knife in public, of a thirst for blood and a golden arm of vengeance for it’s the same hand that holds myself weeping for lost strength and the time to endure and age. It’s Christmas after all. COPYRIGHT BRUCE E SAUNDERS 2019 Share this:TwitterFacebookPrintLinkedInEmailLike this:Like Loading...
It’s going to have to be tomorrow. I’m not sticking my noise out the door until this is over. LikeLiked by 1 person
TOO LONELY TO MAKE SENSE - AGELESS POETRY - DADA 
Fantastic!! and true.
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And a Happy Paranoid Schizophrenic Christmas to you Petru!
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Laughing Bruce. Life has gone somewhat more silly than usual.
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😉 Have an irish coffee for me tonight!
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It’s going to have to be tomorrow. I’m not sticking my noise out the door until this is over.
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