Old Tom..Modus OperandiA Poem by Bob Sherunkle..we all know one
Never a gentleman, Forever a god.
Always a giver,apart from his liver. One day a martyr,next day your foe, Old Tom...old b*****d. Always a smile,never a sigh. Knife in your back in the blink of an eye. 40 years ago,so handsome and tall, Now grey whiskers,bad breathe in all. The line in his face are like rivers of ruin, his stomach a constant rumble,somethings a brewing. Ask him for a smoke,he'll steal your next pack. A guilty conscience is something he lacks. Old Tom...old b*****d. His eyes tell stories you would never want to hear, tales of deceit,lies,suffering and fear. Buy him a beer he'll be your best friend, but he'll want more and you'll spend and spend. Tell him a secret in the morning light, He'll hold it dear with all his might. Old Tom........Goodbye.
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5 Reviews Added on December 6, 2013 Last Updated on December 6, 2013 AuthorBob SherunkleUnited KingdomAboutSerial drunkard,despiser of politics and b******s.All round good guy...and yes,that picture is a very bad one of me....Possibly. more..Writing
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