Put me into a matchbox

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.