
Introverts don’t enjoy chaos
Even when it almost certainly would pay us
To ignore the dust balls;
Delay washing our smalls.
Ex machina non est Amadeus.

I am a puzzle if that is all true
For I’m introverted yet chaotic too.
Maybe I’m a new form of life
Beyond struggle and strife.
That’s why my lips are bright blue.

Out of the void came this world
As God, from his playpen ,it hurled
He said,I’ve had enough
Of my humans and stuff
My head’s like Munch’s scream , strangely swirled.
So now, in the chaos, we’re alone.
No wonder we hear people groan.
We take holidays in Hades
With tall ,gay ,sweet ladies….
Then into smithereens we are blown.

Well,it saves paying funeral costs
As our bodies in all directions are tossed.
Put me into a match box
Wrapped up in a toe sock.
And post me to Liverpool Docks.



