Roger Bewman

Rookie (1976 BC / Virothiom)

Capsized - Poem by Roger Bewman

Capsized in a rusty cage
Lickin dust with salty rage

Forty years and ninety beds
Lying dead in sinful sheds

Ready for conflict
Ready for war

You all hypocrites
All useless
Swallowing garbage
Talking shit

Punch the world
Poison the bustards
Amputate the manipulators

I’m your graveyard agent
Your lucky dip from hell

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Comments about Capsized by Roger Bewman

  • Elizabeth Mckenzie (4/12/2009 12:14:00 PM)

    Im in that kinda mood myself today...! (Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, December 3, 2006

Poem Edited: Thursday, December 2, 2010

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