TWENTY FOR THE TWENTY TWENTIES

Hell has run out of hand baskets

The stones have stopped rolling & are covered in moss.

The bird fell dead from your hand & the bush is burnt to a crisp.

Those stitches in time - they burst.

Every picture tells a thousand lies & every lie is worth a thousand knives

The best things in life packed their bags long  ago.

We blew up the bridge before we came to it.

A  grenade went off in our basket of eggs.

Every cloud has a B52.

Stand up eight times, fall down nine.

Half a poisoned loaf is worse than none.

You can neither beat them nor join them.

Laughter is a sign you need medicine.

Invention is the mother of depravity.

All pain, & no gain.

Rome was looted in a day.

Still waters run deep with dead fish.

The grass is just as absent on the other side of the fence.

When the going gets tough, the tough get incinerated.

The darkest hour is just before the bomb.