2 days of pretty much nonstop rain,
English weather is a fucking pain.
October 24th, convoy of cars on the main road,
People dead on the inside, anger set to reload.
Halloween decorations up a week in advance,
An evil holiday I don't celebrate, no chance.
Morbidly dark mornings and dark nights too,
Energy harvesting us in the concrete zoo.
Trying to write on my phone but water keeps splashing the screen,
A female jogger passes by wearing shorts, light jacket that's green.
My town has gone to ruin but they keep building more and more houses,
Evil ones in charge with a more wickedly engineered mind than Bowsers is.
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Doh! Some Halloween event a whole week early in our town! lol.
Lol, nooo!
This poem casts a mood that is a bit dreary starting with the rain and ending with ones in charge of the building of new developments. Nicely done
Yes it is a bit morbid lol, thanks.
You are most welcome
Excellent
Thanks pal.
That jogger passing by in shorts while you’re battling the rain made me laugh, Shaun…perfectly absurd. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Thanks pal lol.
Heard a lot about the Unpredictable English weather - you have set it nicely in poetic form
Thank you, it has settled down now lol.
that's great..hope it stays that way
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