My next book will guide you to Wisdom.
You are what you wear – a flimsy beige.
Certainty is fickle.
Your dreams will wake you up.
It doesn’t matter if you missed life,
           it will be on TV eventually.
One can find truth in a bottle, but the light’s a bit distorted.
Don’t know why you’re here? This doesn’t matter
           because the question is specious.
Books are worth their weight in wood.
The only self-help book I ever read was Sex Manners for Men (1969).
           I therefore speak with a boorish authority.
Poets work their ten minute day, feverishly.
Novelists grow their crop over months
           and it’s harvested in minutes.
Painters expend colour.
Nothing belongs to us all.
I am my hero.
Vary your menu choices
           so we all can share.
Investigate within reason. Be nice.
Amuse yourself, then flip about -
           be a tough audience.
Money isn’t everyone.
People in glass castles enjoy the view.

Les Wicks