Mythical, methodical, mundane old me
Rhymes simple words miraculously
But the thing that I see my readers do see
Is they've nothing better to do with their time than me
Nothing to see and nowhere to be, save here with mythical, methodical me.
Why would they read this rambling rant?
Can't they just tell I just simply can't can't?
Or maybe it's somewhere up in the font
Way back behind this falsetto front?
Well never you mind if ever you did
Go back to hidey holes wherein you hid
Because when I get bored I get silly you see
How you wasted your time reading this bit from me?
YOU ARE READING
Poetry;my depravity. A manic insanity
PoetryA collection of stuff I've written...maybe not so happy stuff
