Many people have the back
of Boris the blind buffoon

I wonder why

Some people like to spread their bread
and bite into their Marmite

I wonder why

He thinks he is an orator
and we’re all still at war

I wonder why

Overweight with a waddle
Winston is his role model

I wonder why

Lurching in Churchill’s shadow
They’re both destined for the gallows

I wonder why

He’s messing all the while
with Cromwellian consequences on the emerald isle


I wonder why

Not knowing the why of die
and the hidden truth of lies
The ultimate answer will suffice
for one who must be wise

Because of air there is breath
Because of birth there is death
Cause comes first then effect
Because of cause I win a bet

Because of effect I do not see
beyond the stars and skies
living here in misery
wondering who and why

Because of cause I live on earth
crippled and in fear
Because of cause I tremble
and wonder why I'm here

Because of cause there is a door
through which I'll walk one day
Because of effect I will escape
by rules I put in play

Because of cause someone will show
The path that will be shown
Because of effect we all will learn
those things we need to know

I'll not procrastinate
I'll write today
about the theme
for the next day
I'll get ahead of the game
Idle avoidance
of imminence
makes no sense

While I'm standing here
with pen in hand
and relevance
in the present tense
having a sober mind
it's now decision time

Supercilious creatures
come and go
shouting out
'Bingo'

while

In the garden
some boring plants
seem to lord it over
others

while

innocent
but effervescent
passers-by
spout out
non sense

It's so unfair!

I am unable to find something to wear
or feel as light as the air

I seem to like  sugar and spice
and have disdain for veggies and rice

Those foods that I like to eat for fun
put folds of fat on everyone

There are so many stairs I cannot climb
On and on I whine and whine

Please trend again those figures of old
fatness featured in frames of gold

I thought I saw an ocean
at the bottom of the hill
I set my self in motion
hoping for a thrill

Board in hand
and supercharged
but instead of waves and sand
a mirage

Mired in confusion
wrapped in illusion
Mind dynamite
it’s all finite

A straw between my teeth
I made no sense
I needed to concede
my innocence

No shades of grey
My mind was blown
and I had to abdicate
my throne

Under the canopy
we are stranded
and wondering why
trying to stare through the sky

Lives are like straw
They are fragile
We are not strong
People do not last long

Religions all promise
an answer to the question
We try to make sense
stumbling through our innocence

Please be consoled
if you're grief is deep
We will escape our plight
The mirage is finite