A World Full Of Nonsense Poem by Phil Soar

In a world full of nonsense, where nothing makes sense
I'd like to go back to the old shillings and pence
Where money was something you kept in a purse
And you weren't now looked after by a random nurse

Now it seems it's all bonkers, and everythings fake
And that everything's meaningless, all a mistake
I sit in a chair and while my mind's intact
The mirror I look in is misty and cracked

As the days stumble by, and the world seems insane
I wonder how long I'll remember my name
In a world full of nonsense, where nothing makes sense
The atmosphere's murky, and everone's tense