Why is everyone so screwed up, including me?
I watch your faces, you see.
Okay, not always, not quite everyone.
Why do most look like they never had any fun?
Had or have, have it your own way.
All potential customers of mine walk by every day.
I went so far as to write a book, some enjoyed it, some won’t even look.
My brother gives my book away, for God’s sake why?
Alright, its not that bad, some pay for it before they die.
Would you die laughing if I told you a joke?
I am a living cliché, a poet who is broke.
And I smoke.
12th October, 2017