The Last Poem

Doomsday Dunce

Rosamond Press

So, here is THE LAST POEM. There will be no new James Bond movie, thanks to the jealousy of  Chas Cunningham. Who knew, he was……….THE ONE?

THE DOOMSDAY DUNCE

“Here’s a napkin. Wipe that egg off your face!”

If I had time I would write a poem with this title. I suggested Lara Roozemond author an epic poem and she unfriended me from facebook and Instagram. I sent her a sample of my book. Victoria Bond’s mentor, an old Sea Hag, is having orgasms from the eels put in a tub of water in which she put her feet to remove dead skin. Not the smartest way to get to know someone. But, this is what I, and the Bond Universe, did! If 30 million Christian voters can overlook Trump’s pussy grabbing? I mean – their children are watching this shit on the fake news.

“Mommy! Why is our Beloved…

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I am an artist, a writer, and a theologian.
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