Rewritten Why’s Alive
I was quite disappointed at my poetic efforts with writing about “To ask why is to live”.
This is a rewritten, and still rather dark version, but I’m happier with it. I really like thie ending passage;
Battlefields and pavements are playgrounds
Middle men and junkies doss like
Doll
Why are they, they?
What makes their folly?
Whats the point?
Where’s the sign?
What’s [...]