Swithering

It left you so exhausted

Wrestling to decide

Now you know

What it’s like

Living inside my mind

Putting Pen To Paper

I know it’s not

For the faint of heart

But it helps me

Every day

So just deal with it

Or not

As I’m not arsed

Either way

All
hope
is
over

Reason
has
been
lost

The
buffoon
is
back

But
at
what
cost?