My nose is too short for my glasses.
What an inelegant style farce that is!
Ridiculously short of snout,
It happens whenever I go out
And, finding there are things to read,
Reach for correction out of need:
A budget pair of magnifiers
To act as visual amplifiers.
Scribbles, scrawls, upon the page
Accrue for development at a later stage.
Assuming, of course, I can actually interpret
The stuff I’ve recorded so’s not to forget…
My writing is as ineligible
As it is so damned unintelligible,
A challenge I can’t seem to surpass,
Perhaps because I write too fast,
Desperately trying not to look too weird
Reading stuff out loud
Mumbling into my beard…
A harmless excuse
To ring fence a space
In this comfortable, familiar place:
No-one to question,
Pass judgement or owt
And the quaffing of caffeine
Averts passing out.
As much as latte prevents my expire
Is it reasonable to argue such chemistry inspires?
It costs me a fortune spread out over time
But if it’s something worth having
Then where’s the crime?
I’m kept off the street
And away from TV,
Just chemically assisted
By unparalleled coffee…