Day 100. Wednesday 25th July 2018
© 2018 Steve Cook
This poem is by way of a celebration
For somehow I have reached
Day 100 of this poemathon.
One hundred days straight of poetry
Churned out in endless procession
For no particular reason I can imagine
Except for the hell of it
And to test my powers of creation.
And if nothing else it gives me
Something to write a poem about
As it becomes a kind of self-fulfilling
Prophecy or a creature feeding on itself.
All the same, it beats the hell out of
Living my days in a chemical haze
Or watching Love Island
In a hypnotised daze.