My morning curse

Boris Johnson combed his hair today
I knelt down and said my morning prayers
Then I saw that Trump is even worse
I knelt down and made my morning curse

Why do we put trust in men who lie
Who tweet at night and out the sentence flies
Insomniacs are better reading books
Or wondering how their bulbs are going to look

I have many books inside my head
Who takes them out when I feel I am dead?
All the fantasies not yet fulfilled
And the pile of umpteen unpaid bills


It’s hard to prepare one’sself for sudden death
My advice is not to lose your breath

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