a little poem about that there nothing

 


some clever tosser clogs

well they insist

that that there nothing don't exist

a bit like the tea towel drawer monster

which apparently is dust

& trapped air


but a quick thought

i think they should spare

for those folk who play musical chairs

with never any music

or vaguely tonal humming

& never any fucking chairs there


wankers

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