By: Marc Carver
I thought I was finished
then I saw the little dog
sat on the table outside the pub
he was licking the beer
from the glass
and when another couple came out
his tail started to go
and they stroked him
seemed I was not finished after all
I sometimes wonder
where all these thoughts in my head come from
the good ones as well as the bad.
Whether there is someone up there
throwing them through the clouds
like bolts of lightning.
Dreaming up craziness then
sitting back and laughing while I decide to take them up or not.
It is a good job I am lazy
because some of the crazier ones
would have landed me in jail a long time ago.
It is a shame if it is true
because I really thought the crazy ones came from me