Alan Bruce Thompson


Alan Bruce Thompson Poems

1. Valentine's First Letters 2/16/2013
2. Head Of Honey 2/24/2013
3. Egod 3/22/2013
4. Second Eternity 3/24/2013
5. Loveyes 3/26/2013
6. Olympic Wood 4/11/2013
7. Small Soul 9/9/2013
8. One Angel Per Pinhead 9/9/2013
9. In Full View 9/9/2013
10. Army Of The Night 9/9/2013
11. The College Of Mars 9/9/2013
12. Fat Food 9/9/2013
13. Mother Is So Difficult 9/9/2013
14. Bedtime Movies 11/13/2013
15. Bicycle Courier 12/11/2013
16. Time = Money Squared 12/11/2013
17. Video Conferencing 12/11/2013
18. Light Wmd 12/11/2013
19. The Horizon Of Light 12/11/2013
20. The Glory Of Numbers 1/12/2014
21. Sitting, Doing Nothing? 1/12/2014
22. Doctors Waiting Room 1/12/2014
23. Future Planning 1/12/2014
24. This Short Life 4/21/2013
25. Hot Dog 4/9/2013
26. Seeing Blind 11/13/2013
27. The Great Brain 11/13/2013
28. Legalised Taxation 11/13/2013
29. Famous Stare 11/13/2013
30. The Comfort Of Books 4/21/2013
31. The Picture Gallery 9/9/2013
32. Ban On Smoking 3/27/2014
33. Stone Owl 5/9/2014
34. Take Me As I Am 8/20/2014
35. Narcoleptic 8/20/2014
36. Onto Another Place 8/20/2014
37. Town Planning 8/20/2014
38. Ticket Tyranny 8/20/2014
39. Streetside Café 8/31/2014
40. Good Man 8/31/2014
Best Poem of Alan Bruce Thompson

Free Market Economy

The world began with me, there was nothing before,
History what's that? Your past is a bore.

What's there is here, was simply not there,
Whether it took millennia to develop, I simply don't care.

It's all for me to steal, to take, to sell,
If you object, you will be sent to hell.

The oil, the water and even the air,
Is for me to consume and to make profit my share.

Who cares if it's all gone when I am old,
There's is nothing left, it's all been sold.

There was nothing before me, an empty world,
It was mine to abuse, and I have the ...

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Ascent From Resentment

Feeling torn apart, very pulled down,
No room for a smile, beneath this heavy frown.
Why do I get so low? so close to the floor,
I kick myself a round, then do it some more.

I am my worst enemy during this descent,
Bathe myself in my own resentment.
It’s only when I’m almost below the ground,
That I try to stop the punishing sound.

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