What Fun It Would Be To Be

Life Is A Child Playing Round Your Feet, A Tool You Hold Firmly In Your Grip, A Bench You Sit Down Upon In The Evening, In Your Garden.

Inspiration Is A Farce That Poets Have Invented To Give Themselves Importance.

However Tight I Shut My Eyes, There Will Always Be A Stray Dog Somewhere In The World Who'll Stop Me Being Happy.

Inspiration? - A Hoax Fabricated By Poets For Their Self-importance.

Tragedy Is Clean, It Is Restful, It Is Flawless.