BYT BUY BYT

19.09.19

Nine Twelfths way through the year

And I'm returned to here

In my backward forward looking state

Still complaining of my fate, mate.

Never having thoughts that stick

coagulate, consolidate , compound:

I flick 

Pages back and forth 

Secreting secrets in between the nonsense

Like Jewels within the lines of lines

lie the questions "What good is this?

What good is this in here? out there?

does any of it count?- I don't see why?"

Only to those who seek its purpose,

Who can take advantage,

Mould the words - make the shapes-

Present the purpose

Motivate the masses

To part with their gelt

in dribs and drabs

it all counts

it all adds up

bit by bit

by bit

to coin a phrase

BYT

BUY BYT!