There’s no way the man on the telly had
enough time to fill the lake with lit lanterns
while his new girlfriend had a bath.
His bar is never full enough
for him to live next to the lake. I never see him
working out to get his body
and his favourite food is French fries.
There can’t be any wind where he lives
otherwise his hair would move at least an inch
from time to time. I like watching him
holding an axe. He never swings it,
he never sweats, he never overthinks it.

© Carl Burkitt 2022