Author Archives: Glenn

Pushing stones up rough inclines The spirit flags from time to time There seems no reason to the ryhme A heave A sigh And tears are cried

We seek happiness At cost we can ill afford Paid for by credit In a handy pill form We know we are dying Of our own accord And yet we trudge along

My flaccid cock A dead fish Beached on the flesh shore in the bath intended to wash away my sins

Preening meandering thoughts of reason we muddle through life from season to season we wander through life searching for meaning while settling on ruts and perspectives