Bedtime bleeding

 
 
Of course, they’re praying for peace, but having sex on the carpet,
don’t they know about the burn?
 
each to each and each to turn, the clock never takes any time.
 
We
are running out of it
never had enough of it,
but it’s
just a pile of horseshit
that the bull becomes
a bit jealous of.
 
That green-eyed god or goddess
(political correctness)
must be laughing all the way
to the
Churchill tank.

© 2019, John Smallshaw.