Okay, so I’m not Ogden Nash
and most of what I write is trash
and it won’t change the world or make folks cry.

Okay, I’m also not James Joyce
and lack an artist’s subtle voice
regardless of how much I strain and try.

What am I supposed to do
if my whole life is mundane goo
devoid of pain and struggle and great sorrow?

What am I supposed to say
if I just have fun every day
and yesterday will be just like tomorrow?

I do not have a mad ex wife
or errant lover causing strife
or new-born baby radiating hope.

A precious lover is not dying,
I am not depressed and crying
or struggling with dependency on dope.

I get up, I eat and shower
than lie around for the next hour
then dress and go outside and have some fun.

I walk and drink and laugh and poop
and read the latest gossip scoop
and sit and sip a drink when I am done.

So don’t expect a great insight
or subtle poetry tonight
if you peruse this honest little ditty.

My life is dull, and so am I
that’s how it is, I don’t know why.
My best work is just moderately witty.