A short verse.
Although not quite as short as some of the short verses that have appeared here before when introduced as ‘a short verse’.
Still, fairly short.
my rational brain pipes up and says now, please thoughts form an orderly queue don't all rush in at once as usual shouting for attention otherwise I'll have to install one of those number ticket machines and make you wait your turn orderly organised and disciplined between pulses a momentary hush then one thought pipes up (there's always one) 'fuck that!' and all hell breaks loose new ideas attack the to-do's with impressive imagination and tick marks look for boxes to hide in an imposter runs about shouting 'rumbled!' and self-belief believes him and gives chase self-esteem sighs a resigned sort of sigh 'this is why you can never be organised for shit' it tells me I sigh too. yep.