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Sep 11
reminiscent of the dinner table
as a child..
the future fortold
happily and sadly, ignored
the ketchup label my friend..

ask me what is in it..
and i mean the real ****!
you could compose a suicide note
or become a poet..
wait..waiting..

for the red  to flow..
hitting the bottle so..
bap..bap..bap..!
stick a knife o
in..offer the tongue..
lie under the ******* sun
and prey..

ii

sun on crow
his shiny eye so
twirling..

in the letter box
lily..?
i have offering

a poem -what do you think?
i sent it away
still waiting..

iii

your dissolute life has itΒ΄s
foundings in the infant
dining experience..?

join the club little bird one
love and eating..
death and isolation..

chips fishfingers and peas
the british way
bread and butter..and tea..
Written by
Michael John  62/M/SPAIN
(62/M/SPAIN)   
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