Are we here again? Bugger.
After the unexpected lane I reach
An oft visited crossroads –
Ideal for hanging the intolerable
And burying suicidal misfits.
A homely sort of space, familiar.
Road sign points to villages
With names like You Really Are Too Much.
It’s Far Too Difficult On The Wold.
And my favourite: You’re Unreasonable.
I’ve downed my share of pints
In the pub there. More than my share.
Gallows humour at the crossroads,
Leaving another of my guises to choke.
A whole new level of corpsing,
But if the joke has a punchline
I’m still waiting to hear it.