MAN WITH A PLANA Poem by Phil Roberts
He bursts in through the door
Most would have opened it first But they're all the same These radical fundamentalists Standing alone and angry Like blistered thumbs Each sulphurous quotation Boomed with idiotic solemnity And such slobbering enthusiasm Such glassy eyed acceptance For every steaming edict He insistently invades you Because he needs to invade you And he longs so much to save you Poking prodding and nagging Pulpit punching and finger wagging 'Till your will to live is sagging "I know and you don't ! I'm right and you're wrong ! You have to listen to me ! I am the man with a plan ! When others can't, I can ! " So, I ponder this man with interest His certainty speaks loud and clear It speaks of making dreams reality And delusional hopes that really can be But most of all it speaks to me Of an utter pile of s**t By Phil Roberts © 2015 Phil RobertsFeatured Review
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1 Review Added on July 15, 2015 Last Updated on July 15, 2015 AuthorPhil Robertsmacclesfield, north-west, United KingdomAboutI'm from the north-west of England where the rain lives. I am retired and a grandfather to many. I've led an "interesting" life, i suppose you could say, with lots of laughter and a few tears, like mo.. more..Writing
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