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Nick
Armbrister and other writers
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Nick
Armbrister and other writers
Tank Design
Who invented the war tank?
Did they think it would place nice
By not invading peaceful nations
Bringing world peace thru mere threat
Saving lives before they were taken
Not machine gunning unarmed civilians
Nor squashing scared enemy soldiers
Or destroying opposing Main Battle Tanks
Did the tank designers think of any of this?
Before unleashing their lethal weapons of war
Now owned by all nations ready for battle
With willing crews ready to kill and maim
At a moment’s notice to protect what?
Writing a story with a strong ANTI GUN MESSAGE somehow has added BAD IMPACT when the gangsters use acid to blind, hairspray with lighters to kill. Guns are a liability. Anything even a book can be a LETHAL WEAPON...’
The rulers in London try to control both you and us. We aren’t fishermen, my boys and I but we like to be successful and win. London signs away both your fishing rights to the French and also wants us to toe the line in our line of work. That is all unacceptable.” This was the closest John/Gant came to saying they were underworld gangsters.
The Bluebird was there thirty seconds later. Joyce took out the smaller side window and Gerald the glass cabinets opposite the counters. Women’s screams mixed with the heavy bangs and shattering glass. Each gangster had a blue open shoulder bag for the loot. This allowed quick precise placing of the goods without looking.
time to release my new GANGSTER STORY a follow up to a decade old 1 that sold well. new1 1st in a series of 3. see how they do.
https://www.amazon.com/Side-Hill-Varied-Nick-Armbrister-ebook/dp/B07NCH3Y9H
Nick Armbrister
Freeze Dried Human
The man had lost his canoe
It floated off down the river
He was stuck now
Up shit creek without a canoe or paddle
He thought about swimming the river
But it was a scary thought
Being so wide and long
If he did swim
Would he cross it?
Or go downstream?
An idle contemplation
He would wait for a floating log
And then hitch a ride
There as if by fate came a log!
He doggy paddled out to it
Getting aboard was tricky for it moved
Then he was on it and lay down
The river bank sped past
It was a swift current
Mother Nature aided his escape
Now the law men wouldn’t catch him
The freeze dried human was with him
Safely wrapped up in foil
It was protected in his lower pocked
Later on he would eat the human
After finding a place to hide up
Winter was coming and he needed time
Time till spring to rest and gain strength
Jail had weakened his body
But not his mind or determination
He was a criminal but innocent
Having been framed for another’s crime
Later he would have revenge
And freeze them all and eat them
Ah look there’s an island!
I think I will land there and hide
It was six months till spring
Then his revenge would be searing
He would enjoy the wait...
Purple Chair
Daddy sat in a purple chair to drink his whisky
It was his throne and he was mighty proud of it
Being the king to his own empire
An empire of one drunken man and his booze
And a purple chair made from plastic
Not to mention a red toilet
Straight from a 70s porn film
Perfect for the drunken man
King of his own world
Where he was boss
Of his chair and bottle
And toilet