20 Bursting Point
Why should I?
Why the hell should I sit around all day
With nothing to say, except the odd "okay,
Oh, that's a good idea."
Why the hell?
Yes, that's how I feel
Underneath the wheel of gross hypocrisy.
I burn a little more each day
Until (the only way) a huge explosion.
Break out from the darkness
And gather my own planets;
Revolving in order.
A sun I am
Indeed, the thought is good.
Galactic pleasures promise
And will surely be pursued
However, I shall permanently bear the heavy thought
'One who abuses or loses control
Becomes an impotent white dwarf.
Friday, 30th May, 1969