A Bitter Brew

Without laughter there are only tears
as I look around at all life’s fears.
I feel the Planet’s deep distress
at what we’ve done – this bloody mess.
And so my humour bubbles up
to overflow my sadness cup.
I drink each day that bitter brew;
’twas once a place where laughter grew.

About a foolhardy florilegium

Nullius addictus iurare in verba magistri, quo me cumque rapit tempestas, deferor hospes.
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