Depressing Poetry Corner: U OK hun xx

Well, hark at me taking the piss out of other people's crappy poetry.

I sat in the car on Monday lunchtime and wrote this. And if you can't get a poem out of your head and onto paper in five minutes, you're doing it wrong.

It's called "U OK hun xx" and it's about the inevitability of time's march. Everybody who writes poems gets to this one sooner or later.

U OK hun xx

The days fall away like leaves

Because you can't stop the clock,

And every morning there's a pain

But it's only inside your head

Because you have nothing to do that's worth your while

So you sleep and sleep and sleep and sleep.

And then you wake up

And tomorrow you wake up

And the day after you wake up

And then one day

You don't wake up.

And that gives you something to look forward to, I suppose.

Somebody asks: U OK hun xx

I've done a version with a Minion, just in case you want to put it on Facebook to depress your friends. Minions are mandatory on Facebook, I gather.

I'm OK hun xx