Blah Blah Blah Day

Blake loved saying “blah blah blah” over the top of other people when they talked. “Blah blah blah!” he’d say, wagging his hand like a little mouth. “BLAH BLAH BLAH!” Blake was a millionaire, ran a successful business, had loads of fast cars and a massive house. ‘Yeah, bet he wasn’t truly happy though.’ Nope, you couldn’t be more wrong. He had a lovely family, lots of genuinely kind and caring friends, low blood pressure and slept incredibly well. He just also happened to be a rude, horrible bastard and life just isn’t all that fair sometimes.

© Carl Burkitt 2019

This poem is part of a challenge for National Poetry Writing Month 2019 – a poem a day celebrating an interesting US national day.

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