Misc. poetry for David Avocado Wolfe
I simply do not care
If people stop and stare
I long since gave up trying
In favour of more crying
It was not your fault
The wound and the salt
They badmouthed me, near
They lied, went too far
Was unable to cope
My only hope
Dashed. Heart rended
Life and love ended
You did make me laugh
Being slightly daft
Ever the cynic
No need for a clinic
It now seems so sad
No need to be glad
My friends they were right
No need for the light
Used to burn in my eyes
No big surprise
That life is quite boring
Might as well spend it snoring
Who wants to hear
A whimsical seer?
Not you
Then who?
So now I will eat
Grow too big for my seat.