Philosophical Poem...?

Hello,

Goodness me I've been busy over the last FOREVER. But I just found a poem I wrote a bit ago, which seems to be about something very high reaching and thought-provoking. Although maybe not. In fact, I'm sure it's not. But I hope you enjoy it.

Clint's Jacket

Clint fell through a hole in his own pocket.
The silly tool.
He reached into the lining, searching for cigarettes
He swore he had put in that pocket.
He found the hole in the lining
And (as previously mentioned) fell through.
It’s a strange thing, to see a man
Slip into the lining of his own jacket.
No-one knows quite where he’s gone
Or how he’ll get back again.
Presumably he’ll have to find a hole in the lining
Of a new metaphysical jacket.
But no-one can say for sure.
No-one can say for sure.


Also, over the next few days, I plan to finish a poem I've written about surnames and stuff. So I'll pop that up as soon as I can. And then... Who can say?

BYE

Ant