One Series Too Many

It reads more like

You just couldn’t be arsed

Your ending, descending

Into abject farce

Perhaps next time

You’ll be less weak willed

With your writing, exciting

And us feeling fulfilled

At The Cafe Window

Sitting alone

The world disjointed

I sip my coffee

Disappointed

There
was
once a
light

That
shone
in my
life

But
now it’s
sadly
gone out

For
I
have
found

Heroes
let
you
down

Of that
there
can be
doubt