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Chris Neilson Oct 2016
If you're as good as your last poem
then I'm a rampant rutting stag
but now on a mist shrouded hillside of heather
below a forbidding outcrop of crag

What's my reward and who are my rivals?
could it be a beautiful hind?
or contenders, trenders and Pretenders?
I do have a mind to like Chrissie Hynde
I'm fully aware this piece is as random as it is mad as a box of frogs
Mystifying Chaos Nov 2015
Everyone pretends to be a saint in the daylight.
But, when the lights go off and the darkness overtakes,
Their hidden demons crawl out and play.

— The End —