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The Mother of All

Love affairs, wars, depression, gastronomy, obsession, weight loss, job loss, don't give a toss, Bill Goss, arguments, instalments, increments, incidents, discension, derision, indecision, my pension. Bad looking, dodgy cooking, let's make a booking, sloppy dresser, second - guesser, more is lesser, flash car, Chandrika, you're a star, take me to the bar, holidays, getaways, hideaways, lazy days, Vin de Pays. They found him in a bunker, then he was shot, an ignominious ending, more likely than not; remember when he waved a rifle from the balcony, the fake euphoria just committed to history. There was no 'mother,' only burnt - out trucks on the road to Basra - now nothing would ever matter.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2018




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Date: 2/5/2018 6:35:00 AM
Horrific poem based on truth... Great use of words and very well expressed..
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Terry Reeves
Date: 2/5/2018 7:20:00 AM
Thank you.

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