Today I shall sit in my chair
and write a poem of despair
or something deep or maybe sad
but nothing fun and nothing glad.
With teenage angst perhaps I’ll write
of when my jeans became too tight
or of my hair when it fell out
or of last Saturday’s beer drought.
Ill dim the lights and play whale songs
and bemoan all the world’s wrongs
and type about my slow net speeds
of morning traffic hell in Leeds
Ill hug myself and watch the rain
wear baggy clothes and spout my pain
That time TIVO missed GOT
or of my boats main sail ripped in ’03
My pain is shared so now you feel
the things I do that make me real
Perhaps you’ll like to show you care
my tale of woe, pain and despair

Love the visuals. Wishing you faster internet speeds and happy new season of GOT.
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Many thanks 🙂
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