Sat alone in the pub and with a Cruzcampo pint,
Hoping that people behave themselves tonight,
Saints rugby club are on, I don't watch that shite.
At the end of the day, recognise I'm a mortal man,
Some believe we were made and our creator ran,
Science drills down lies, evolutionary grand plan,
Everything in this world seems like a total scam.
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Hard to know what to believe anymore. A good poem about skepticism leading to apathy. Nicely done
It is hard to know, thank you.
It's a sad state of affairs that we even have to ask that question, but we do because it is hard to believe anything now, enjoyed the read
Exactly, thank you.
You are very welcome
This poem is one imbued with a healthy dose of skepticism, which is needed. We do live in a world where it is hard to know what to believe and what is shite. Well done, my friend. 🌹👏
Thanks pal, much appreciated.
You're welcome!
Good write SB.
Thanks pal.
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