I Don'T Suppose Poem by Stu Robinson

I don't suppose that you've ever took part,
In a rave of suspicion that sounded alarms,
And swam through a circus of syrupy stealth,
That clings to your bones as it soaks up your health,

I wouldn't imagine there's anything worse,
Than a bald headed child laid asleep in a hearse,
Wrapped in a shroud of at least one in four,
While he closes his windows to open a door,

It frightens the young as it mystifies all,
That from nowhere the writing is now on the wall.