AUTHOR'S NOTE: Not much to say but so little time to say it. Poetry is a glimpse inside the mind of man and what you might find may scare the living hell out of you but sometimes you can relate. I hope you are scared of what you find but understand it more than I could ever possibly understand the unconscience scribblings of a mad man, meaning my own. For my defense it was not me that wrote these things it was my right hand. I blame it.
Don’t lose yourself so quick
Or be so quick to let your mind wander,
Don’t let you eyes be so quick
Or be so quick to believe your eyes,
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There was a snail slithering through my house the other day,
When he saw my flowerpot sneakers by the door he laughed and told me I was lazy
I said “Hey, I’m not lazy I’m just waiting.”
He snickered and replied “You know,
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Playing Chinese checkers
At the orange blossom ball
Stuck in Chinese finger cuffs
That I attribute to my fall
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I was fermenting in a vat of stout
Slurping down epic gulps of the finest aged hops I have
had the pleasure of drinking in twenty seven dog years.
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