Lip service to a false dream
Two fingered sign to a sunbeam
Character assassination of a brooding priest
A brainwashed crowd ,crying beneath
Shhh!
All’s not quite, right tonight
There’s flaming trees
In a treeless park
There’s shooting stars, lighting the dark
There’s a town drunk sober and smartly dressed
There’s 2 dogs crapping and cleaning their mess
My god!
All’s not quite, right tonight
There’s Floyd, mixing ‘bacco with binge
I meet two Poms not having a whinge
Then I punch myself till it really hurts
When I see two grannies in mini skirts
Something is definitely, not right tonight.
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Amusing and entertaining and yet there is that slight hint of spookiness behind it that leaves a trail of goosebumps up the arm and across bare shoulders. Thank you for sharing your words with me and best wishes to in all of your endeavors. Keep that quill dipped in ink and ever ready for use dear poet. 
♥ Touchof1der
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