The future is bright
So what is this future we stare at in fear
what substance this projection of mind.
How dare we design a moment in time.
where impermanence is all that we find.
Each conscious day existing on earth
conjuring a vision to reach
A future that flows and contorts
as sand is adrift on a beach
Planning love and peace and happiness
a personal perfection to derail
Wanting...
Tuesday 11th April 2017 9:13 am
Feel the fury
Its a full-blooded slagfight
Unfounded with much spite
An alt truth attested
Cause the bitch needs arrested!
She commits no offence
She’s allowed no defence
As she’s feeling the fury
Of a Facebook Grand Jury
He lives on The Grange
His demeanour so strange
He swims in tight speedos
His kind are all pedos!
He commits no offence
He’s allowed no defence
As he’s feeling the fury
...
Monday 10th April 2017 10:23 pm
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