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


They call it B-more

Where my sister lives

It’s a place of Good Hope that it seems

Like the rest but it isn’t

It;’s the hood of the Wire and the song called the loss of habit

Since it is not a long farewell to thee that I preach

It is a slong and unparallel for it is in the root

Of all evil that I sing for the chance to say

That today I need to hope for more than a risk

I need to hope for a way forward to the end

So that I can say that I have worked for a living in my time

When that does and it shall or shall not

I shall see that I know what it is like to frown upon the aged and the disparate

Without measure for the will to turn is not the end

It is the begin and then shall it be so.

Snow.  Yes that is Jon Snow.  I shall preach that you are a tyran-t for the Snow of my dream

Would not be able to see that it is the end of the time for thee as you watch form athither and yet

Forget who you voted for in the last election.

You and your “American Dream” book.

It’s a disgrace that you see not how enfoldle you are.  Enfoldle, Yes

It means that you are enfolded in the lust for power of the press without ever being in it.

A editor nog.  Sal ek vir jou ontskuur wat onfou beteken ook?  Nee!

Nee! Nee! Nee!  Ek’s blicksem aan and dis far from the trut’.

Beskeen maar and vote, jy vok, vir Labour this tome and don’t joke.

People die for people like you to make you new and ou career en dis a vout van jaar and van jou, Versmaak.


Copyright B E Saunders 2016