From the rankest bottom
Of my deepest recess
I hope and I pray
For your utter distress
As there is no way
You could ever contest
Your actions don’t lie
At the heart of this mess
The Clown
I’d rather just sit
In the corner and brood
As for your ‘humour’
I’m not in the mood
No Laughing Matter
I swear to you right now
On all that is good and holy
Your jokes rarely do anything
But kill me fucking slowly
(Originally Posted 12.01.2021)
Ramblings Of A Fragile Mind 