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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.

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Copyright Bruce E Saunders 2020

To my Judge I make this plea

Understand that this is not for thee

It is not waste for I see the plant

I see the want

I see the when

And now I see the wait

for monopoly of spirit.

I want and I woe

But it is no go

It is no go

It is no sew it is an

Evil undeclared

An evil udeclared that birng me here

And makes me suffer for

Another man’s want to be

A missionary to the Spirit

Broadcast upon thee.

I make this true but

I make this too the spirit of the ages

Is residing in the pages

Of my heart.

Copyright 2016 Bruce E Saunders

THE FAR RIGHT

Loved Tony Blair

He was such as easy target

With his easy grin and his known

Platform shoes so he looked much bigger

To throw pansies at so to speak

With his Section 28

Now it seems he has a much bigger ally

Israel who superbly noted his leadership qualities

Bringing him out to be scorned again

By the left and the right more obsessed by

The war in Iraq than they were with Vietnam

Who did NOT have chemical or biological weapons

Just a few helicopters and then tunnels

Tricky Dick: he said it was a way to through the ball

With utmost skill and not pleasure

To get through to the Far East that they,

The Americans, were in control of the world

And still are apparently

Though they couldn’t stop this poet getting far

Too many reviews already on his Facebook page to be noticed much

Do not like do not like do not like

They may say

But it is all an antidote to the misconception

That I am an American Yank whereas in fact

I am a South African born and blue – as in

Starved of oxygen here in the Far West of England

Your left, my right.

Copyright B E Saunders 2016