where's the graveyard for the lost and confused?
haven't we all
by now
paid our dues?
the clues may not be blue
but they make us
feel that way

what day is it today?
was it worth your 24 hours?
or was it cold and sour?

man cannot win the fight he fights
it is our curse and blight
why wage weary wars
for the blood of thirty whores?

The point is nothing
it's not moot,
more like a complete lack of spoon

If it doesn't serve your interest,
then why go off to the reggae fest?

Thank you for reading Davidian's five minutes of poetry. He hopes you took your own meaning from the words above. Much love goes out to Cletus for making me think it might be fun writing poety today as well.