i aint no angel, but I might have a belief
neither am i a cherub, nor am I a thief
i aint finding no meaning of the soul
just a swim with the mob in a fish bowl
a foodie on diet a or a plain ol’ rambler on rent
an amateur artist or just another wanderer on vent
the pages might be bizarre,sometimes both happy and sad
but it’s as transient to my mind, as is a newspaper ad.
Or well, I hope the same
and take nothing as a ‘matter of fact’
after all, the whole galaxy is just a game
or better still, the funniest ever extempore act.