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

Once to the doctor to fetch himself some wear

Twice to the medic to get himself some fair

Ince though it might mean to come but by a pooch

If though it might mean to get some with a cooch

It ain’t so bad ths time said the doctor with a smile

It’s no favour to us that you stop here for a while

Its not favour to our side that you can despair

For if it is in our vested interest to hold you by the dare and scream

This ain’t no justice for it ain’t been at all the same for me as for you Doctor, he say.

It ain’t been the same and it’s just not fair that you should be

So pendantic with the truth when you know it’s in there somewhere.

Tile the world with a mosaic of slanderous lies and it will fall apart at the seams

For it is all about to end.  It is all about to end.

Fifteen quid a box for a tab of 20 milligrams ain’t bad for a slur on my name and a box

of 24 tablets to last the week.  It’s inane but not unsolvable to you so go get stuff for your

nose and get out of here now – you ignorant slime.

Bye for now.

Copyright B E Saunders 2016