no point
/ poetry

I can’t believe I am here at all
can’t recall my own face no more
I’ve changed my attitude so many times now
I don’t know what I act out

my mind ‘s a total blank, can’t you see
and your style police is running rings around me
your muscle man keeps rattling that Nietsche line
someone give us a horse to whine

would you care to shine your light
on how come that the victor and the victim
get to look like one and other

well there’s no point and this must be the end
you could do me in, I wouldn’t ment
thank you so much for your time
I’ll be thinking till the next time on my opening line