Confirmed On Page Forty Seven
You didn’t listen. You chose not to hear. Headstrong, foolhardy No wiser than poor Yorick. I warned you this would happen If you didn’t eat your greens. You thought you knew better Tucking into burgers the grease And the meat And frolic of rampant flame-grilling Took its toll on the cranium the face Suffering in unison. Look it’s too late For it's confirmed here On page forty seven Scratched ink into vellum under The effect of splitting atoms Before the meaning of life (part five). There are two whole paragraphs Common sense can’t run to three. Your locks have clearly shrunk Departed, gone. Those hours at the salon wasted Like those at the mirror ad nauseum. But at least your teeth remain Top set and the bottom Including ten amalgam fillings From pursuit of sugar cotton candy. Don’t blame peer pressure. Don’t blame C-list celebs. Don’t claim it’s in the genes Designer ripped at the knees of your life. Life is in your own hands Actually the mouth the palate Only sought the salt. The rest is bad habit. No wiser than poor Yorick. Headstrong, foolhardy You chose not to hear. You didn’t listen.
Born in Scotland of Irish lineage, Alun Robert is a prolific creator of lyrical verse. This year, he has achieved success in poetry competitions and featured in international literary magazines, anthologies and on the web. He particularly enjoys ekphrastic challenges.