This isn’t a jest to be laugh at
Nor to be cried upon
Tears aren’t meant to fell without reasons
Nor are laughters to be loud without edibility
This isn’t a jest to be read seriously
Nor to be viewed as a jest
Seriousity is the perversion of reality
But it is what reality is
Should it be? Not my problem
But sometimes we must smile to view it at things
Funny or not it is still reality
Poem, I make amend as I’ve temporarily forgotten
Do forgive my insolubility for I’ve reacted without heed
Heed to my jestful action of reactive contamination
Whatever I am talking about
I do beget that idea lies within or without the context of each words
So hear me I do that to end this poem I should say
Amend me for I beget the enigma and drought
Thirst for what I meant to be actual said
Moo and that concludes this stream of convulsiveness
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Sunday, February 20, 2011 at 7:31pm
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