A Mare’s Nest
- a Poem
- by Blahsphemy
The beginning was the end
I am not trying to be clever
Everything is just pretend
Life is just like a flower
Waiting for you to tend
One stanza flowed into another
There was no verbal downpour
One thing led to another
My drink has gone sour
Tastes bitter like no other
Now you make no sense
You drunk lover
Methinks it’s absolute nonsense
For you are a loser
Condemned to the sewer
Don’t start again
You are too clever
The end is a bargain
You need to recover
And not start again
Blahsphemy
from Thiruvananthapuram, in Kerala, India, is a fictional character who lives in God’s Own Country. Blahsphemy earns a living by spinning tales that sell products. Claims to be a time traveller whose stories may sound dystopian or absurd. Sadly, that's our future which sucks big time, he points out!
