Ennui Poem by Matthew English

What’s there in life?
What’s there to live?
What’s there to do?
Who’s there to meet?
An aimless wander, clockwise around
time, the time we live- that’s the norm.
Some may choose, choose the anti-clockwise.
But why? What’s the point? to be branded queer?
But this queer destiny we live, reside and squander,
A succumb illness that is humanity, the death
of the free and the unique for;
what- is the point?
A rhetoric to spur thought or internal question?
is this demos cratos, or is this a bureaucratic life..