Seven Days – A Poem – The Compostual Existentialist

Seven days seem so far away
Seven nights too long
When I was younger time seemed to drag
Like the knuckles of King Kong
But now time seems to go too fast
When spent like mercuric sand
Though seven days is far away
I know the time’s at hand

Author: stegzy

Once, long ago, I wrote frequently on Livejournal. I then moved to Blogspot, where I discovered that blogging requires an audience. So I moved back to LJ. Then over to Dreamwidth, back to LJ, up the road of self hosting with Muckybadger before giving up entirely and moving over to Wordpress. It was at that moment I decided I would spread my compostual nonsense simultaneously across the blogosphere like some rancid margarine. And so here I am. I am a badger. But then I'm not really a badger. I am a human. With badger like tendencies. I am a writer, a film producer and a social commentator. I am available for Breakfast TV shows, documentaries and chats in the pub with journalists where I am more than qualified enough to talk confidently about absolute shite and bollocks. View all posts by stegzy

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