Are we here again? Bugger.

Are we here again? Bugger.

After the unexpected lane I reach

An oft visited crossroads –

Ideal for hanging the intolerable

And burying suicidal misfits.

A homely sort of space, familiar.

Road sign points to villages

With names like You Really Are Too Much.

It’s Far Too Difficult On The Wold.

And my favourite: You’re Unreasonable.

I’ve downed my share of pints

In the pub there. More than my share.

Gallows humour at the crossroads,

Leaving another of my guises to choke.

A whole new level of corpsing,

But if the joke has a punchline

I’m still waiting to hear it.