by Bob Blogworthy

 He likes to run, he doesn’t like to rush
He likes television, he doesn’t like adverts
He likes music, he doesn’t like noise
He is comfortable with his faith, he hates religion
He likes solitude, he hates his loneliness
He likes his sadness, he hates despair
His bestest most favourite of all is drugs
His aim oblivion.

© Bob Blogworthy