People F**kA Poem by Dee OddbinsobservationsThe noiseless faces of the grimacing stud, the oohs and aahs or the innocent blood, The screams and shouts of another extreme, are the ins and outs of the coming dream, The sleaze and grime that surrounds our food, are all that's left of the not so good, the bleeding wrists in the finished game, are all that's left of the not the same, The paranoid eyes at the public bar, are the folding thoughts but they never are ... © 2020 Dee OddbinsReviews
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