When things are bad
and life does not compute
Wouldn’t it be great
if we could just re-boot?
To swiftly change your life
it would be sometimes neat
If we had those special keys,
control, alt… and delete!


Is It Too Late To Be Writing Poetry?

I’m tired and I just can’t stop yawning
It’s stupid o’clock in the bloody morning

We will just have to wait and see
If it’s too late to be writing poetry?

I really need some divine intervention
perhaps an elixir of lyrical inspiration

I drifted and snoozed and finally slumped
and only woke when my head got bumped!

Perhaps a surgeon would do instead
To remove this keyboard from my head