In the quiet night streets, his face glows with the streetlights that throws a detailed view to his wasted features.
The sandy brown hair and his bony face with his brown eyes are the spectacular view of his face. 469 more words
After a weekend of checking Martyn “Bomber” Bradbury’s latest diatribes – against women’s marches, Green Party voters, liberals, cyclists, the Labour Party, tourists, millennials, Nazi punchers, identity politics and Guy Williams – for personal attacks against myself or my union comrades, I decided this whimsical thought-experiment-slash-poem, assembled over an idle evening or two, deserved to see the light of day. 929 more words