sphere I go

 Like a sphere I go

Here and there,

A spare pillock,

Or an unattached bollock,

That rolls around

Because it’s round

And all there is to do

Is to go wherever

It’s pushed and

Impelled by

The tip of the cue.

Never knowing why

Never having a clue,

Just rotating on something

That’s rotating in space.

A pimple on a pimple

In a place that’s

Not a plaice.

A jellyfish in an ocean

Has much more control.

Like flotsam

Like jetsam

Any tide can carry me by

Wash me up,

Or take me under

Let me breathe,

Or make me drown.

It’s as if I was a human

In a world

Ruled by a clown.