ON THE IMPORTANCE OF WASTING TIME
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'Can be clipped at the best of times, too.
A daft daily diet for moments absurd,
Mumbled, jumbled, forgotten words
That fool my wits and come on cue.
'Can strawberry anything 'f I feel like it,
Can scream at the top of your voice
Can verse more scorn over milk split
Or drink your liquor from an old fruit Joyce.
Now, mete me out some iambic pent-up meter
And throw in a rhyme for good measure
Give it a swish and a clatter, tat-for-tit,
Echo the hum-buzz while you’re at it.
Is this poetry in the making ?
Nay, more like poetry in the faking,
Poverty in the talking twomey.
And the more, the less.
Doubting the qualms, scepticising the suspicion,
Scrutinizing the analysis, psycho or other guise,
Deconstructing the unbuilt for the sake of intention,
Miserabling the better to tower our self-lies,
Seizing your tail, telling your zeal, teasing your sail, what not?
Is this the truth that thrusts thee to death,
The fear that veils the loss of thy faith?
Aye, shak’em neurons, escape the skit,
Eye, for one (or two) shun the misshapen
And will riddley admit
it's important to make things (happen).
(April 2005)
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