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


I don’t like you, you black man, sings he to his cohort

I don’t like you at all though will you come to my birthday

Now we are old and no longer complain about each other

Though I like you now that it is all for the good of all

And not for the good of the black fellowship as you likely put it

In a press release of yours?

I like you none said he but I will come to your birthday

To see if you people eat real meat or if they say

That it is true that you don’t like the taste of meat

Anymore now that you are beside the biltong yourself

Hanging by a strop?