Scam

Shaunmatthewcpoetry

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.

  • Author: Shaunmatthewcpoetry (Offline Offline)
  • Published: March 26th, 2025 03:07
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  • sorenbarrett

    Hard to know what to believe anymore. A good poem about skepticism leading to apathy. Nicely done

  • Poetic Licence

    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

  • Tristan Robert Lange

    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. 🌹👏

  • orchidee

    Good write SB.



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