[Brian Allgar]

Aaron, I'm afraid that Mr Ivanov is over-optimistic in believing that even a few things actually exist:

...nothing's real, except the stars
in icy skies, the yellow gleam
of dawn ...

The truth is:

The yellow gleam of dawn? Surprise, surprise!
It’s simply caused by jaundice-riddled eyes.
Those twinkling lights? I’m sorry, they’re not stars,
Just pinpricks in our damaged retinas.

[Woody Long]

You get no lunch. You didn't pay the cover.
Forget about it. Your free ride is over.

[Mark McDonnell]

A thought at breakfast, still and sad,
makes you pause the butter knife:
the chances are you've already had
the happiest moment of your life.

[RCL]

Mark,

Compared to mine, your life was better;
you had a knife and even butter.

[Mark McDonnell]

Well, it's usually margarine, but that wouldn't scan.

[Aaron Novick]

Originally Posted by Mark McDonnell

Well, it's usually margarine, but that wouldn't scan.

I tried to write a poem today
Which would have brought a big payday,
But language foiled my brilliant plan:
The f@#king truth wouldn't scan.

[Matt Q]

Mark, I reckon "the chances are" is too optimistic. Don't give us any hope!

[RCL]

A Troika

Vladimir Putin’s losing cred.
Some hope he’ll soon be stone-cold dead.

They’re saying Vlad’s a Kleptocrat
Who steals their food so they eat rat.

Once a Soviet, always Russian,
Vlad attacks with Trump’s permission.

[Gail White]

These are all wonderful.
Here's my 2 cents' worth, from my last book:

LIMITS OF MY KNOWLEDGE

Along the beach the footsteps wend.
I do not know where things will end.

You found yourself another friend.
I do not know why things must end.

Researchers tell us time can bend.
I do not know when things will end.

The plots of all the movies blend.
I do not know how things will end.

I've seen the way my white cells trend.
I only know that things will end.