A total waste
Of time and space . . .
I write, but no one reads me.

Of good and bad,
A world gone mad . . .
I write, but no one heeds me.

I don’t write fluff,
Or silly stuff . . .
It seems that’s more prefer-red.

Most folks want cheer
And happy fare . . .
A world with nothing lurid.

But still I see . . .
Oh, woe is me! . . .
A world in desperate trouble.

And I must be
Who I must be . . .
I can’t live in a bubble.

So now I’ll try
A road gone by . . .
And see where this one leads me.

I’ll write my book,
By hook or crook . . .
And hope that someone reads me.

TTFN,
Brendochka
2/21/24