J.D MalingerThe Cosmic JokeLife is fleeting, that much is clear, We’re born, we live, we die, it’s all quite austereMar 25, 2023Mar 25, 2023
J.D MalingerDank LifeSitting in another dank pub alone, Surrounded by old men who have drank themselves drunk to the bone, Too young to be here, it’s plain to…Mar 25, 2023Mar 25, 2023
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J.D MalingerThe Devil With The Auburn ToupeeA poem set in South Wales — It was a cold and wet, Welsh winter day, when The Devil walked into Terry’s Cafe, wearing an auburn toupee…Aug 5, 20223Aug 5, 20223