BIg Deal

Your lissome regrets

Harbour no sails

As I groom you to know

I am not equal to your love

I sustain

You envelope

Me in your lusting

For More.

I wonder at my name

Prince William of Brit

For never shall I know

How you found me

Alone as a knave

Now my wish has been

Granted. I have found

A Tommy but you are

The swell I have been

Swimming for.

Lift me up so I surf

The Kalahari again

Resist not

Dear Kate

You are the timely

Saint of my

Longing. B


COPYRIGHT Bruce E Saunders 2020


This is a dedication.  To my father and mother may they rest in peace.  I have given it all for you and your memory that you would not worry about what the world thinks about me upon my going – it is not a sin to be without friends right now – it is alright to be alone and to see that it is all a game for them and a gee-up for me as I approach the last hurdle as I have so proudly announced to the dismay of my arrivals for I shall win and that is that.

This is for you Dear Father for the Eulogy that I was ill-equipped to give and the time that I have spent waiting for the right approach and only now do you see how important this is – to be predestined to do something good for the first time is the way of the world and it shall be so.  It is not going to be an easy one but it is going to be a two-fold triumph as I take back the name Saunders and open the heart of the matter once more as I notice that the young Ball is no more as is his ancestor Mr Graeme no Gordon Brown, his maister, and yet I see that they shall be around for the party.  And I hope so.  It isn’t that I don’t care for them but I do – I do not care for the local variant of the Labour Party one iota and it shall stink to high heaven when they find out how heavy I stink of success in the near future.  Heavy.

There is a womb and it is a book called the Catcher in the Rye and it is about the haven of Nantucket after the War to end all wars after the first one and it is a favourite of my father’s which is why he wanted me to study law.  It is not a bye it is a goal and I shall yet practise what I preach and learn some law before the end pf the year and then I shall attack again without need for fear for I shall be published then and then I shall sue.  I shall sue to high heaven for allowing the radio and tv personalities to interfere on campus in direct orders of Sir Cliff Bastard Burrows and his son, the great animal stuffer and taxonomist known as the Dick or Richard III.  Now I shall be the one to see if it all has to go before the court and I shall.  Otherwise it shall be a settlement and that shall make things evil as well you know. But so be it.  So now I go but I say one more thing and this is for the benefit of Ms Jo Brand.  I can write a book whenever I feel like it, but to feel like it you have to be like you – fat and hopeless for money and a tightwad little jew.  End.

Copyright B E Saunders 2016