A treat for you this evening readers. I’m currently waiting for a friend then I’ll be hiding better than usual as the man who threatened to kill me yesterday has been released. So in the spirit of #VictimsFirst some short poems, limerick style, from the same inspiration fountain as Victims First and #OtherLivesMatter
In Search of Hate
If your looking for hate
You dont have to wait
Round every corner it lurks
With smiles and lies
And dagger filled eyes
Just watch how the commenters curse
Which Bus Route?
There are places I’m told to go
Who’s location I just don’t know
Like F#$% and hell
Sorry I can’t spell
And the timetables also don’t show
We can You can’t
The are crimes I need to share
About how a glance is a stare
They feel I should know
Where my glances must not go
We can but don’t you dare
Street Shop Owners
I feel I need to explain the last poem briefly. Readers I dont want you to commit the same terrible offences as me by daring to look at special people who run Street Shops.
You see it’s a very bad crime to even glance at anyone who is connected to a Street Shop in anyway. Glancing at a Street Shop owner long enough to recognise their face is a capital offence if committed too many times.
For those readers who have never heard of a Street Shop they are unbranded businesses who have no physical address and move from place to place on a extremely regular basis.
Other Lives Matter
Please click here for the last poem in this #VictimsFirst collection.
No evidence of Draptomania is there?!!!!!