Sunday, 1 January 2017

The work one day will be done.
Everything will be in a neat line,
squared off and paired off.
Alphabetacised, catagorised.

Trip to the skip,
to the bin and the bag
empty the bilge and pile up the slag
burn it down and start from the ash.

All that remains will have utility
But oh! the futility.
of trying to live
a life more ordered.

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