Rewiring Poem by Phil Soar

Rewiring



Someone once said
That the wires in my head
Were connected by a young apprentice
That my acts were controlled
By an electrical mole
And I didn't know what an offence is

I can be quite rude
Exhaustingly crude
With no thought for the folk I offend
But my brain needs rewiring
Perhaps as I'm retiring
I'll let it drive me round the bend

Wednesday, May 17, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: nonsense
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Jazib Kamalvi 17 May 2017

A fine nonsense. Thanks.

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