by Siddiq Islam

Darst thou accuse me of incompetence,
Of such patheticism? What nonsense!
That I could not formulate out of nought
What might be called an ‘Original Thought’,
A concept that no other man has conjured,
But when was the last time somebody wondered:
How many iPhone chargers tall my mum is;
If Hello Kitty pads could wrap up mummies;
That Escherichia sounds quite like Esskeetit;
Or what the King would taste like baked and breaded?
On what date falls the final domino?
And can one griddy just on their big toe?
Which pyromaniacs have been cremated?
What Original Thoughts have cats created?
And why do cardiologists not co-star
To check the blood pressure of Joseph Joestar?
So, am I wrong for feeling self-assured
That no one has thought all of that before?