Sugar Riot Poem by Saul McCandless

Sugar Riot



Fuss over nothing
Excuses for erected anger
Burn my cares
Learn my dares

Primitive vocations
Sleek and bent backwards
So you say
So I pay

Not about art
Everything is nominal
Told you late
Sold you fate

Eventful meals
Quibbles, still we do
Make up
Break up.

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Saul McCandless

Saul McCandless

Co. Down, N. Ireland
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