Not For Me
A text comes in on my phone
Not nice..my mate must be in the dead zone
I'm to watch this violence on the telly
Foes fight until one's entrails spill's from his belly
Such revulsion I feel, to see ultimate violence
No box office thriller imparting suspense
What's this that you can witness
And show no sign of outward distress
Stick to sex and violence of beasts in the jungle
Who with tooth and claw survive with the odd bungle
Or tranquillity on the reef
Thus, a sated soul carries me on
Disregarding the basis of my belief.
poem by Brian Roy Skyers
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