Mr Explosive. Poem by Peter Vealey

Mr Explosive.



Mr Explosive,
He's the real denier of love
Empty of purpose.
A true believer,
Whose winging it,
Every day to Armageddon!
Loving hate is he,
Explosive!
Red, vital, cringing of,
Buffaloes and elephants.
It's all the same to
Mr Explosive.
The fall from grace inevitable,
As night follows,
Day.

Friday, August 21, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: life
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