(04 October 1943 / Germany)


I have, he said lost all my sense of humour.
Perhaps I did, my Lord, perhaps I did.
It is what drove me, do not question this,
but once the gods decide it is their game,
all that remains would be, a silly botox smile.

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What a shame, that a smile needs to be held in place by botox! I'm scared of needles, anyhow!
break the rules man smile, nice poem dave