Desires are pain
but so what?
A little pain is ok
A lot of pain is ok too
Who cares?
I don’t
Singing lullabies
to put myself to sleep
has been my occupation
The listening me sleeps
The singing me is a vampire
The day starts with a night
and ends with a day
Mirrors don’t get it
You don’t too
But who cares?
I don’t
I wish to look good
and I do
A playful scamp of a poem with a dash of insouciance wittily contrived with the author’s customary aplomb.
Thank you Louis
A genuinely witty and captivating poem.