February 20, 2026Missive
For a long time
timeidentity
For a long time
You know nothing
Maybe you think
You do
But you don’t.
Self deceit
Is a parody
Practised by parrots.
When you do
Know something,
If you ever do,
The flesh has developed
Liver spots.
It becomes stretched
Too tight across the cheeks
Too loose around the arse
Trousers hang too low
Are pulled too high
The beam, too broad
Not broad enough
Waists are less hip
Than dirty dancing
With a jelly belly
Nothing explains the decline
Other than the perfidy
Of time
Consuming
Rumours of
Self importance
When the truth is
Nothing grows
On its own
Other than vegetation
Couches are full
Of potatoes
Marinating in goose fat
Nothing is free
Of consequence
When the penny drops
The lights go out
The fire dies
And on days like these
Nobody carries
The cash
To feed the meter.