Strewn mess.

Thought I'd have more to write about, more to say, but time eats up my thoughts, and eats up my day.

From home to work, and back again, running here, running there, thought I'd get back to this, but when?

Finally, some chance, a bit of time to write, but my thoughts had left me, the ideas, gone out of sight.

What a mess things have become, our society ruled by the dumb.  Screwing things up, keeping you under their thumb.

Trying to live, trying to survive, working and struggling, sometimes, just getting by.

So this "rhyme" has thus far developed, I dare not say, not much of good management, the chance, widdled away.

Oh well, not a great thing, this writing strewn here, think I'll sign off, and get me a beer.