Dingo the Dissident

THE BLOG OF DISQUIET : Qweir Notions, an uncommonplace-book from the Armpit of Diogenes, binge-thinker jottings since 2008 .

Friday, 18 February 2022

There he was, the old fraud,

in a dirty back room, sly
and slouching on filthy old cushions,
watching the half-shattered screen,
fumbling, forlorn -
nothing done : not the dishes,
the washing, the cooking,
the crossword - all undone :
his ridiculous plans for the planet, his fly. 
He was gazing at horrible porn.

He was God. 


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