Teasun caddy loungers.

There are lots of Sayings they’re  wearing in

lots strides in Longer men’s shoes than mine 

Those Constructed within shadows of prejudice 

not for the sun loungers now Forging ahead 

In a World of pride Almost Lost on its head 

in winter solstice.
From Tea loans to inflated egos that forgot

They had Already Surveyed the God Made 

That and ran for miles from that hum 

Heard in green hangers on camouflaged plains.
the bare bones of war poetry the avoidance Of ward 

filled with the rounded heads of the robes to rags 

Of a ill fitting room.
floored and now hemmed on all four sides 

by the past some chose to ignore that 

catch up with by night light.