poems i found & like.

in study the other day i spotted a book of poems and theses ones just appealed to me
i dunno why
and you probably wont like them
but here they are.


The pie of life.

the pie of life
is hurled into your face everyday
but that is no disgrace

a died worth living
gets splatered on your shirt
and though you are shocked
and deeply hurt
theses pies of life
which fly out of the blue
you're made for them
and they were made for you



why do we do it...

Nobody seems to know
why we do it
nobody seems to even ask
why we do it
no voice of gentle enquiry
no bewildered cry from the street
the sudden shout
why do we do it

how strange
it is if everybody knows
precisely why we do it
and the reason is too obvious to mention
or perhaps too vile and shameful to acknowledge
or too silly
why the silence do we do it because everyone else does it
or is it because we are afraid of not doing it
why
please
somebody
why do we do it.