Predictability Factor

A boring, meaningless, redundant poem with a melancholic smile.

Predictability Factor: Ground (Fucking) Zero: 0-





Writing was, as is, as now and I weep,

writing is the same as how and I sleep,

writing makes me write some more and I creep,

writing makes me look at you: ’barrr!’



On the other hand; bony cleansing wipes.



Reading was, as is, as now and I bleat:

‘eck cetera, eck cetera.’



On the other hand a smoking gun. For fun, now run!



Reading and writing now make me repeat.

Reading and writing now make me repeat.

Reading and writing make me now repeat:

With glee and thee I look around

now I means nothing on level ground,

so lock your doors and listen for a Sss....

Was that a cat?

Mwah; God bless!



And on the other hand there was psychotherapy,

but that is an entirely different mess.



*p. s, it’s behind you!