Meadowhead Bard

Random and surreal poetry satire and short stories.

All is Coincidence

The following is immense, this first little coincidence is tiny. On our recent holiday we came across a lady having problems with her camper van, all the electrics in the living section had gone off, I had a look, checked the fuses, could find nothing wrong. We left her waiting for a repair man. On our way home we stopped for lunch. On parking and using our onboard toilet we found the flush not to be working, neither was anything else electrical. It turned out in our case to be just a switch left in the halfway position, it felt really odd though,

It always strikes me as odd the importance humans put on theirselves, in the grand scheme of things we are minuscule and will have only a existed for milliseconds, we are no more than dust, that includes you Mr Trump.

COINCIDENCE.

It is said everything is coincidence from every grain of sand to the universe immense
If it’s true, and I’m no genius everything has led to us, just like a meal hours in preparation we’ll soon be gone, so much for our creation.

All words Meadowhead Bard.

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