If I stopped smoking my money worries would end.
A cigarette, my enemy, I see as my friend.
Will foolishness never end?
I am my severest critic when I write a poem.
But not elsewhere in life, by their works shall ye know ‘em.
I appear not to have cancer so far and my lungs are in good shape.
Darwin says I descended from an ape.
A monkey probably would have more sense than me.
Perhaps you agree.
17th May, 2017