There is no time like the present

No time to call me the better man

I love you all but still you sin

You smoke like Dirk but hold your fin

Like an animal

You do not win

In absence of glory you do not tell

The winner is evil the sky the begin

Of pleasure inperilled

The arc of bin laden

Does not finish here

But there where you win

The aimless start of war can be

The anywhere else for you do not begin

The end does start to make it sin

You do not know where I cannot simply

Open your eyes to the title track

Of the lp

I love to play

10 to 1

Is not the time

It opens doors

Where love begins

I di not know where you

Cannot sin

Begin the where

When no one sins

Where your difference on the brow

And hold your crooked man

On the sow

Soo-ee, soo-ee

I love you more

Than pigs do in your final hour

Do not know me when

You power

I know you not

And love you nire.

Pyre is work I do not pleasance

Take the bow

The corner presence

Is open now

I cannot hold

You again.


Copyright Bruce E Saunders 2020

It wasn’t a hasty rubberduck,

3 Days ago a letter bomb was put through

The door of my favourite

Cafe (cos they serve Rooibos Tea) and

The Owner’s fiance is tres sexy

The Adventure Cafe.

I don’t think that was the reason

For the incendiary device

To tell her/him that she was hot

The police theory is that it was because

Of the Texas blogger and the anti-Mohammed

Competition in Texas

There’s a cartoon company upstairs.

Some people should learn

Not to partcipate, even if we do live

In Dallas, UK.


Copyright B E Saunders 2016