Posts by Robert James Conlon
THIS IS LIFE?
Desperation in closing walls
Warped and bowing
THIS IS LIFE? Desperation in closing walls Warped and bowing material at one’s disposal SUFFOCATING construct? The beat of anger with every mish...
THIS IS LIFE? Desperation in closing walls Warped and bowing material at one’s disposal SUFFOCATING construct? The beat of anger with every mish...
CLAUDE
Claude is nice
Claude is really nice
So nice he is
CLAUDE Claude is nice Claude is really nice So nice he is good Claude helps people Claude listens and never interrupts others speaking Claude is alwa...
CLAUDE Claude is nice Claude is really nice So nice he is good Claude helps people Claude listens and never interrupts others speaking Claude is alwa...
THEY ARE RIGHT IN FRONT OF YOU
They aint on Wall Street
They
THEY ARE RIGHT IN FRONT OF YOU They aint on Wall Street They aint in the big end of town: everything they do is same in the end They use you as they ...
THEY ARE RIGHT IN FRONT OF YOU They aint on Wall Street They aint in the big end of town: everything they do is same in the end They use you as they ...
I HATE YOU
DENNIS WALTERS
Dennis Walters I hate your
I HATE YOU DENNIS WALTERS Dennis Walters I hate your guts Every Christmas that ever went wrong You stinking turd, you had a hand in it 1972 my matchb...
I HATE YOU DENNIS WALTERS Dennis Walters I hate your guts Every Christmas that ever went wrong You stinking turd, you had a hand in it 1972 my matchb...
SUNDAY IN MY BACK YARD
A point
A mark
A wail of pain
Coming
SUNDAY IN MY BACK YARD A point A mark A wail of pain Coming from over three or four fences away I sit in my back yard Guilt sits beside me I don’t ...
SUNDAY IN MY BACK YARD A point A mark A wail of pain Coming from over three or four fences away I sit in my back yard Guilt sits beside me I don’t ...
THE BONES WE BURY
The howl of tears through the suburban night.
THE BONES WE BURY The howl of tears through the suburban night. The cry of predator, who can be no more. The freedom of the world in the freedom of hu...
THE BONES WE BURY The howl of tears through the suburban night. The cry of predator, who can be no more. The freedom of the world in the freedom of hu...