012 - Stuff

What’s the bloody point

Of anything?

The world aims to disappoint

Just about everything

I wish it were unspoilt

But there’s always a sting

If I were more adroit

I’d be a king

I could travel to Detroit

Or Beijing

This poem is a bit disjoint

ed, It’s a silly thing

So it’s time to appoint

The ending

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