You never in the world met such as I -
A bloke so very thrilled to still be ALIVE
for if I were dead would I be here
to compose this poem, so true, yet queer?
For when I look around at sea and sky,
I feel all alone - there's no other such as I.
To feel so free and yet enraged,
my brain locked in this simmering cage,
this lot in life, given to me,
so full and beautiful, wasted completely.
An ingrate am I - of the worst kind and breed,
a waste of breath, a waste of a read.
Why was I put here on this ball of fools
while my brain spins riddles,
never running out of spools ?
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