God keeps kicking me in the balls or is it the other fellow?
Have I a streak down my back of vivid yellow?
I never really expect anything much, I sure don’t get it.
I lay in bed as a child and wet it.
Now in later life I have no wife.
If I had how would she put up with me?
Patron saint of lost causes, rescue me.
Some few like what I do.
A lonely soul struggling to be true.
I apologise for using a coarse word.
Its not the worst I ever heard.
That word is synonymous with bravery.
I’ll have a cup of tea.
Should I end here or say so many promises are broken?
I speak a truth unspoken.
Where is Hoboken?
I do my best all the time.
Am I guilty of a crime?
Kafka instructed that all his work be burned.
I am the worm who turned.
No, I don’t want my stuff to go up in smoke.
I don’t want my life to be a dirty joke.
Self-pity is despicable, I know that too.
I’ll get over it, will you?
Believe me I pity all of you.
I have more or less run out of tears in my advanced years.
Against all odds I have one more thing to say, to turn night into day.
This dope has hope.
10th December, 2017