I Pinch Myself Poem by Phil Soar

Sometimes I have to pinch myself
To make sure it’s all real
I find it hard to take on board
The things that life reveals
There’s so much utter nonsense
I can’t tell much apart
So many things that puzzle me
And life’s an idiot’s craft
I really have a struggle
Some things I can’t compare
My mind becomes a muggle
I could pull out all my hair
In every waking moment
There’s something all to cock
Like a man with bowl of custard
Wrapped in a well-worn sock
Standing on a soap box
In the middle of a park
Spouting utter nonsense
And the odd foul mouthed remark
Everywhere I look, I see
Something quite absurd
Someone with a wooden leg
Partnered by a bird
A nomad with a shopping bag
The type you have for life
Lying in a doorway
With a gypsy for a wife
Sometimes I have to pinch myself
To make sure I’m okay
I guarantee that something strange
Will set me off today