Gravity Rules Ok
Walking near cliff edges carries some risk
And some face the ultimate cost
For wind, rain and freezing can open a rift
And the foolhardy sometimes are lost
Those dumb, reckless imbeciles pose at the brink
For selfies to prove their dim wits
They might if they’re lucky get time to rethink
As the grass and the fractured rock splits
They wave down at me like idiot numpties
I see them which means they’re too close
Soon they could all be nouveau Humpty Dumpties
Such foolishness makes me morose
Oh gosh, I’m so glad I’m not on that cliff edge
Like that moron out walking his pup
But now I regret as the edifice crumbles
That I’m standing here… looking up
Copyright © Terry Flood | Year Posted 2022
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