Ph: Life: No One Poem by Brian Johnston

I'm not a race you'd dare to run,
Love no one's creed, God knows whose son,
Is life roulette or dominos?
Cross "T's, " dot "I's, and slash zeros.
Improvement sought to Burning Bush,
I'm Rampant Straight, a Royal Flush!
Bloodsucker's victims love their stakes,
Don't ever learn from fortune's breaks,
Who loves the North when trouble's South!
I flow, more river than a mouth
That swallows hope then spits remorse,
My droppings? Flagrant intercourse,
Won't beg for quarter, court no f**ks,
Capacitance? Magnetic flux!
Exploding vacuum - here and gone!
Content! Some call me Satan's spawn!

Brian Johnston
10th of May in 2019

Poet's Notes:
An unsolicited and unapproved reimagination of the
poem "No-One" (By Poet Jim Khan)discovered on
FaceBook's "Poetry Universe."