I could write a poem,
I could write something autobiographical,
too dull,
I could write something semi autobiographical,
but I can\'t lie,
I could write about my kids,
but who really cares about other people\'s kids,
I could write about my wife,
but she already knows how I feel,
I could write about food,
but then even people who had never seen me would know I\'m a fat fuck,
I could write about alcohol,
but I\'m too hungover,
I could write about how smokers make me sick,
but I do enjoy the odd cigar,
and I can\'t let people know I\'m a massive hypocrite,
I could write about religion,
and it\'s exploitation of the gullible,
it\'s extremism,
it\'s faith healers,
it\'s money grabbing,
it\'s paedophiles,
but you can\'t get through to those people,
I could write about global warming,
but who doesn\'t,
I could write about how feminism wants privilege not equality,
but then I\'d be a chauvinist,
I could write about racial abuse,
but I\'m too white to say nigger,
I could write about gender neutrality,
and it\'s abject refusal to accept fact.
So many reasons,
not to write,
I would talk myself out of life,
if I could,
big issues need addressing,
but what right do I have,
what do I know,
too many experts already,
could do without one more.