Point

Is there any point in pointlessness, its all around?

Nothing makes sense, its all unsound.

More or less everything is crap, to coin a phrase.

I look forward to better days.

Why is rubbish treated with respect, it doesn’t matter.

If you eat too much food you get fatter.

Why don’t poets say it straight?

Must we wait?

Is this our fate?

Do I make myself clear?

I disappear.

Tich Ennis

6th May, 2017

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