Mule Poem by Paul Anthony Scott

I sit here alone
Alone, here I sit
The silent phone
My impenetrable wit
My insufferable muse
My existence forlorn
I long to abuse
my despicable form
This stubborn old mule
has nothing to give
This wretched sad fool
has no reason to live
The New Year Eve time
crawls beyond midnight
My paranoia benign
never gives up the fight
Alone, here I sit
I remain here alone
To misery I commit
In life’s game, a pawn.