Ant Smith

All poems

You humans are weird

You humans are weird
I don't understand
How words are perceived
To be the essence of man
Such ephemeral things
Carried by wind
Cut and abuse and poison and sting
You humans are weird
With your swords and your pens
The former is cheered
The latter condemned
The physical world is make believe and pretend
Nothing is real until it's been penned
You humans are weird
What's it matter what's said?
I prefer booze in my belly
To words in my head.