Joe GreatheadWrap it up
I don’t want to hate reading
You
Books are testament to my
Slowly dwindling
Attention span
But please get
To
The
Point
It’s not
Your fault
Dear author
My dopamine
Is
Smithereens
Thanks to
Monkey vids
On multiple
Screens
You’ll need
Something special
To assuage
The necessarily
ADHD reader
In this
Day and
Age
A great story makes it all worthwhile.
The pain, the torture of the everyday;
The tunnel through the darkness life can often be.
A story that strikes true;
A tale that lifts the spirit.
The power of story is so great,
It can elevate the consciousness
To the point where you start to consider
That even if this is all there is,
If there’s nothing more to it than what we do
From day to day. Nothing more than
The story we write about ourselves;
No matter how few the pages;
Maybe that’s all we ever needed.
I don’t like fruit, and you can’t force me,
I’d rather eat some rancid horse-meat.
Banana is a garbage food
(I really wish it tasted good).
The doctor whinges in my ear:
“Your teeth’ll fall out in the year.”
I hadn’t dreamt’ this food with seeds
Would blight me with antique disease.
This pirate sickness I have got;
My bleeding gums and fungal rot –
It really is the pits it’s true,
My skin has gone all red and blue.
However, Doc;
Despite the ample evidence,
You’d think I’d be quite off the fence.
Yet even in the face of this,
You give me citrus, I will hiss.
I will not eat that wicked fruit!
I will not Doc, you silly brute!
I’ve not got love for watermelon;
Apples make in me a felon;
Passionfruit and sour lemon –
I’d send them all to Outer Yemen.
Joe Greathead 