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Bob Sherunkle : Writing

Hungry

Hungry

A Poem by Bob Sherunkle


low and hungry
Note to self

Note to self

A Poem by Bob Sherunkle


With regards to that excuse of a walnut sized bag of s**t you claim as a brain,bare this f*****g little gem in mind...You are not me,you will never be..
I see

I see

A Poem by Bob Sherunkle


*** this is not a poem about stalking or anything like that.It's more about Omnipresence, for want of a better word******
Save me from myself

Save me from myself

A Poem by Bob Sherunkle


Despair is a strong undercurrent..
Old Tom..Modus Operandi

Old Tom..Modus Operandi

A Poem by Bob Sherunkle


..we all know one
Bar Room Belle

Bar Room Belle

A Poem by Bob Sherunkle


Floating into my life like a fly in my beer
All is lost

All is lost

A Poem by Bob Sherunkle


alone in the world...
Meat Machine

Meat Machine

A Poem by Bob Sherunkle


production line of the disposable
Graceful B***h

Graceful B***h

A Poem by Bob Sherunkle


If only things turned out different
Goodbye

Goodbye

A Poem by Bob Sherunkle


The last goodbye