The Inventor

The Unlucky Inventor In winters the sun does not reach down to my valley so I put my hall mirror on top a knoll; who the hell needs a hall mirror, it poked fun of me every time I walked past on my way to the kitchen to make me another sandwich. In January and February the sun shines in my garden and there was no autumn in my life. But my latest invention which I sold to the Taliban brought my heartache, it is a devise that detect drones and make them explode in the air, There are lots of explosions over Afghanistan and Pakistan. Alas, I´m a fugitive from the Americans who claim I´m abetting the enemy; the Taliban have not paid me either. The US government wants me dead, not by drones, but by sending in the marines.