ruminating…..
or, is this fabricating?
grasping at straws
or, bending the laws?
my thoughts are swimming
in a sea of doubt
an idea stripped of meaning
will stand naked in a rout
my theory is not a lone shark
looking for its mark
rather ‘tis a spluttering shrimp,
that’s served with wine…. to the
brim,
to be eschewed by critics
who’ve got a bone to pick.
