Weather has returned to flacid,
Misty morn at summertime.
If there’s a breeze it’s soft and placid,
While searching for a tortured rhyme.
.
Sense my thoughts disintegrating,
Can’t place two words in clear sequence.
Seeking wordpress increased ratings,
Viewership and click frequence.
.
As I daily watch my stats,
They are static and quite stuck.
When challenged, “do you give a rats?”
I reply ” Don’t give a fuck.”
The Hobart Chinaman 
You’re basically a hooker looking for punters.
Shameless.
I stand by the side of the highway holding a sign: Will Consider Anything For More Followers
We’re slowly going mad.
I blame climate change, big tech, racism, sexism and my mother.
Oh dear you missed OMVS – old man vanity syndrome
Who are you calling ‘old’?
Outraged in Manchester