I have not posted anything for some time. There is no particular reason for that other than the distinct possibility that I’ve run out of things to say. The well has gone dry, creatively speaking. I’m in a drought. It may just be a seasonal thing or a permanent climate change.
So I delved into my list of silly poems and dragged out this little (have you seen it before? You’d be unlikely to remember it, anyway) one which seems to reflect my current state of mind.
The world is full of fools but there is no fool like an old fool – left stranded in an increasingly incomprehensible ocean without a paddle ….
There are so many rules
On this ship of fools
That I’m thinking of taking a dive
We’re so fucking old
We don’t need to be told
That not one of us gets out alive