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Probably the worst poem I’ve ever written but for some unknown reason, it made me laugh – possibly due to it’s sheer awfulness – so I’m hitting the publish button anyway.
Sorry. I really am.

Zero Interest

At night sometimes gaming takes over.
And sometimes I have zero interest.
I’m a fickle bastard it’s true, just the same as you.
and did I mention I’ve never worn a vest.

That vest thing? Oh you noticed.
I’m sorry but what rhymes with interest?
It’s just I’m quite cold, and getting quite old.
and well, I’ve never worn a vest.

I’ve said it again, sorry about that.
It’s like I’m trying to rhyme by the number.
But I mean, who wears a vest? To cover their chest?
You might as well just wear a jumper.