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 in arrears must do

For it is not going to be third or second when it comes around

To pay the bill

It is not going to be even fifteenth and so it gets destituted to the gross

Unfairness of the potholders that make you want to vomit

about the waste material warmth that lays the end of the world

ago so no so no so no so no so

It is stage fright that makes it so, it is the stage that keeps it here

without getting their fair share of the weak and miserable from outside on

the pavement.  It is a without pardonable way of seeing and believing that gets

too undecipherable to declare untowards.

It makes no sense to see and to be, only to be.

For to be is to be in a frame of reference that is put there

By the bee and the bird but not the frame of reference however it is the

Frame of Judas that uses it as a frame of constitutional replux.

It is the sowing seed that uses the pith not the edgement of the pod, so

It is the edgement of the pod that makes the best soup in eels and bread cochons

Food for the health not the life.

Copyright 2016 Bruce E Saunders

IDS is so dedicated to his cause

Of low informed opinion that he keeps

It all to himself

To sort out

As he is the engineer supreme who

Failed out of the army and then out

Of the world of decent people

And now he is a condemned man about

To be curtailed with a bullet through

The head of his political leader

with the worst riots he has seen

This century, possible.  See you in Jen and Fen and then possiblement

In June.

Copyright B E Saunders 2016


See what that fuck Ian Duncan Smith is saying now

Spend billions on new technology to bring

The poor and disabled into line

But fuck all on tax dodgers and tax havens

This isn’t why I paid my tv license.

I’m incensed and he stinks.

He probably thinks that seeing as we avoided

Armageddon at the turn of the century

A little phenocide in in order.

Celebrate the rain

May it never grow old and may he

Furnish the cell we live in with

Fresh moss and bananas

For we are all his chimps.

Copyright B E Saunders 2016