Day: Mar 29, 2017

Puking All the Way to the Bank [poem]

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On one side of the woozy window’s glass, a fly
meandered aimlessly (or so it strangely seemed
to me from where I sat). But who on earth am I
to understand the crazy antics of a fly when I
can barely comprehend the reasons why I’m
destined randomly to ramble just like that?

A purpose is to everything assigned (even a fly)
or so I’m told by speculating minds who’ve
merely read a book or two or channelled voices
in their heads alleging to come from the dead
or aliens of many kinds, although I must confess
I find {& here’s the rub!} that all the stuff which
each voice inly says inside their heads spews out
in blatant contradiction to the others!

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