Tuesday, 20 June 2017

A Flare To Care

I am having a drink;
I still rationally think,
Which can take I to the brink
Of an international stink.

We starve others who are
Sisters and Brothers,
And even from afar
We are nurturing mothers.

A paradox that is clear,
And who holds sincere
Of giving a cheer to hosts
Of ghosts, as our life is a boast.

We eat and drink to sink to depths
Of despair, as lots don't care
Of their vulnerability to stare
At their own life abound with strife.

Are you a husband, a wife, a partner,
And does your significant other
Savour your flavour with care
Instead of intimidating you with a flare.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 20/06/2017

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

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