Paul Butters Poems

When The Great Bard wrote his epic plays
America was the new frontier
A widening world of wonder.
But now we look with eagle-eyed telescopes
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Call it "Faith" or call it "Hope",
Whatever it is, it helps us cope.
Scientist say we live then die:
Death brings Nothing, no reason Why.
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For Atheists, God does not compute
And religious fervour does not suit.
Believers, on the other hand
Keep their heads down in the sand.
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I said something profound the other day,
So someone asked me, "Are you God? "
Well, strange as it may seem, I might be!
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The very first thing a poet should do
Is throw that ego in the bin.
For being Great, or finding fame and fortune
Should hardly be your goal.
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Pleased to meet you.
But you better be pleased to meet me!
For I am the only one who is Me.
And I'm the only one who counts,
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Right now I'm alive
For now.
How long will I thrive?
Don't know.
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He lounges in his armchair
Sucking on a fag
And quaffing beer.
His eyes are glued to the telly,
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We have to talk,
Talk right now
While the time is ripe.
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I'm Autistic Adam.
Sorry for not looking at you.
I cannot stand seeing stares.
Just cannot look.
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