It was the less I could do
Climb the mountain
Scale the kitchen
Talk to the neighbours
Find a neighbour
Inspiration, need it
Words on the refuse truck
Toss it in
Screaming kids
Screaming mothers
Rubbish
What, oh rubbish
Talking art
Modern stuff
Bed with a condom in it
Jonny
Go home
Bus it
Converse in a foreign language
Can’t understand them
I live here
Inspired to shout
Who am I
This week
A sign on the wall
Jesus saves
Bankers own heaven
Hell
Drowning in realization
Happiness can be bought
What price
Yesterdays
Snow on the hills
Dutchman panics
Refuse collector has a PhD in
Wednesdays
Bus stoppers look in awe
Three together
Another day dead
Dear diary
Inspiration
Boots in bin.
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Author:
Paul Bell (Pseudonym) (
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Paul I am sure that this one holds many meanings but the first one I took was of the triviality of what we put priority on in life. The little things that bleed us only to later be discarded. Very nicely done my friend a fave
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