I understand you wish it were
The fact though is, it’s not
It isn’t now, can you see how
A little’s not a lot.
A little isn’t anything,
But nothing much at all.
And empty lives inflate
And preen like pride before the fall.
So hold your ground and follow me
Together, far apart.
United fragments of the whole,
Divided from the start.
© Copyright Philip Barton 25th March 2018. All rights reserved.
I breakfast on ten cigarettes,
And five coffees, in addition,
I also eat some fingernails
To provide me with nutrition.
© Copyright Philip Barton 29th May, 2019. All rights reserved.
Rain begins as we all know
When wet paths start to glisten,
And when roosters wake and start to crow
The sun comes up to listen.
Babies are born with a plaintiff cry
Because of the needs of a nation.
And higher prices when you buy
Are the cause of inflation.
© Copyright Philip Barton 1st July 2018. All rights reserved.
I found some mushrooms on the lawn,
But I think I’ll take a pass.
If I get it wrong I’ll end up
On the wrong side of the grass.
© Copyright Philip Barton, April 2nd, 2026, All rights reserved
High Ditty is a formal skill.
A peak in rhyming styles.
In venerable institutions
Scholars coach the linguaphiles.
A B.A. gives one status.
So work hard, don’t be lazy.
Nonsense is in peak demand
In a world gone batshit crazy.
© Copyright Philip Barton, April 2nd, 2026. All rights reserved
As a man who was trapped in a woman’s body.
I lacked self-esteem and worth.
After moaning and groaning,
And constant postponing,
She finally stopped and gave birth.
© Copyright Philip Barton, June 20th, 2026, All rights reserved
Political feeble thinking,
Is a serious disability.
We have dumb politicians
On ridiculous missions.
It’s artificial imbecility.
© Copyright Philip Barton, July 10th 2026, All rights reserved
The deeper ditty meaning
Lies beneath what’s plainly seen.
Eschew the superficial,
Find out really what they mean.
Dig down deep, then further
For the truth, then revelation.
Illumination, ecstasy,
Reverse the mind’s castration.
The meaning of the everything,
Complete and pristine pure.
The universe is yours to take,
I’m nearly rather sure.
© Copyright Philip Barton, July 3rd, 2025. All rights reserved
The skin on his scalp got thinner and thinner.
One rainy day, out fell his brain.
An elderly gent, though a scoundrel and sinner,
His life is now down the drain.
© Copyright Philip Barton, January 25th, 2026. All rights reserved