Empty words

Empty words

Fall out

Tumbling

Almost mindfully

Onto the table

Shuffle them well

Pick a card

Design a tale

Give it a happy ending

There is nothing

To prevent me from tearing

Out a page

From any old book

Ripping the words to shreds

To watch them disintegrate.

There is more meaning

In a random act

Than can be found

In this rag bag collection

Chocolate box confection

With soft centres

Wrapped in a sugar coat

To satisfy the sweet tooth

Craving for pleasure.

Thank the lord

For creating chaos

Even non-believers

Can appreciate discord

Reference him

Or the Greeks

There is nothing quite like

Intellectual

Or spiritual snobbery

For ringing up the tills

A little tragedy

Will soften the

Hardest of hearts

Throw a tantrum

Into a shopping cart

Sadness can be catching

There is no luxury

In melancholy

It is not a lifestyle choice

Sing me a happy song

It can bring tears

To the eyes

Just as easily

As a memory

They are an attachment

Wired in.

Who needs reality

When we have streaming

Distil me pleasure

Put it in a pill

It is better than a promise

To remember

An allergy to nuts

In a disclaimer

At the bottom of the page

When it is too late

Once the word is out

It is filled with

So much hot air

It will never

Fit back into its box

Even weighed down

With an anchor

Emoji chain

And concrete blocks.