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Mark Bell May 20
Anti this
anti that
Anti woke
Anti fat.
Anti religion
Anti despair
Anti believing
Anti care.
Anti ladies
Anti men
Anti love
Anti hate
Anti karma
Anti fate.
Anti freedom
Anti law
Anti justice
Anti life
Anti the guy
Who ****** my wife.
Actually he was cool.
Mark Bell May 19
As I woke
One blue dawn
A robin sat on
My window ledge
To greet the
coming morn.
He was small
with a redbreast
So sweetly did he sing
It brought joy to
My heart that
Little bird did bring.
As my head rose
From my pillow
I slowly left my bed
I gently closed my window
And crushed it’s
******* head.
Mark Bell May 18
I am alone
Dark is my room
The cockroaches hide
Black roses can’t bloom.
Windows don’t let
Through the sun
In my room
There is no fun.
I think I’m the
Living dead
Stuck in a book
That no one has read.
I am alone
Dark is my room
Serpents and demons
Bring in the doom.
I need light
There is no light
I need love
There is no love
I need
There is no need.
Mark Bell May 17
Me and my woman
We our stuck in a duel
I light the fire
She pours on the fuel.
Ranting and raving
We’re still misbehaving
There’s never a day
When she’s got nothing
To say
I don’t think we shall
Have it any other way.
She wrote on a note
Now it still wears thin
In this duel I shall
Always win.
Okay with me
That’s perfectly fine on
One sunny day I’ll
Poison your wine.
Mark Bell May 15
Good old violent Jane
You can’t accuse of
Being plain,
She has no understanding
She might be a bit insane.

She has no empathy
Her feelings have gone awry
Being angry with people
Will always make her cry.

30 odd emotions
Poor Jane gets quite confused
When she go's of on one all
Her friends are all bemused.

They say she’s a character
But her behaviours
Are controlling her
Good old violent Jane says
She can only concur .
Mark Bell May 15
If everyone was all right
There will nobody left
If everyone was happy
There will no one bereft
Mark Bell May 15
I met a lady
A lady of dreams
I was naive
A little bit green.
I gave her my heart
I gave her my soul
She churned me up
And spat me out
Straight
Into a
begging bowl.
I hatched a plan
I didn’t go well
Im serving twenty
In this prison cell.
Moral of the story
Read the label
On the tin
Before you open it
And find what’s
Within.
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