maskless

this work is a living diary,
rough round the edges,
mostly attempting to prose.

thanks to an old friend,
whose diary mentioned
various people they fancied.

so maybe that’s what it’s about,
another old fart farting one out,
who cares.

people who have like my work,
their kindness is an applause,
and that’s nice to eat.

ain’t it?

then along came the push,
the abyss that’s proof,
that suffering needs to come to an end.