What happens to a Poet
Who has nothing left to say
I sit and watch
The World Slowly Decay


Overpopulation
Global Warming
Robots replacing Man
Was this God’s Plan


I see Movie and Rock Stars dying everyday
I am sad but don’t know what to say
I can’t stop wondering when it will be my turn
To sleep with the worms


I did the best I could by avoiding life
To afraid to find a wife
Sometimes I feel like a castrated male lapin
Just another lost **** Sapien


I try to write poems that make sense to me
But deep down I know
My words are only read by my
Apartment Fleas


I wanted to write something important
I wanted to move my fellow man
I wanted to answer the Big Questions
But now I finally realize

I don’t know anything more
Than the day I was born
Just another Male Bore
Searching for The Answer Store


So I thank God everyday
He keeps the Coroner at bay
Just another ageing Poet
With not much to say