Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Jun 2017
The gate keeper
Has lost her key
Hey ** what will,
Will be.
Me and you
We all live on
I don't give a ****
If they get it all wrong,
The rich are the powerful,
Manipulate with twisted tongue.
Joe public are always hung
Dance to a tune for at least
Four years
Oh deary me oh dear dear dear
Written by
Mark Bell  Portsmouth
(Portsmouth)   
364
   Antony Ros
Please log in to view and add comments on poems