This week’s poems are not my best work. There, I said it. They have suffered from interest diverted to other bits of work, the World Cup, and my increased training regime. Now I’ve had a day off from thinking full time, there’s the hope I’ll be able to bring some better work to the table for next week.
Needs less you and more actual poetry.
Over
Hate to say this, but
That’s me done: last chance saloon
Go drink there, alone.
Only so much grief
One person will take: enough
Of sanctimony.
Your ineptitude
Empathy, absent: reminds
Not to be like you.
However much you
Try to object: the answer
Involves change, with thought.
It is up to you:
Our time is over: perhaps
Mind can learn from this.
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