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Absurdist Verse

 

& snow fell

 

It was twilight on reality

When the sun came up

& a little pup sneezed moo meow

She said to her metcalf

I’ve suffered enough

Obduracy & bum

Then waiter said if ur not gonna buy anything

We don’t care what value a talking dog can add

Robots are more fun like death

The clientele want to be left alone with vacuity

& numbness

No one is allowed to talk this is a church

Strange bar he thought

& everyone’s just eating bread

Anyway before he could beg for butter

& puppies are the apotheosis of cute are they not

That’s right there is no reader

Who writes this shit?

I don’t understand said the doctor

Hey man, I thought you were in charge?

Cheese?

 

 

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Does the hard left have time for psyche

Does the right have time for ceasefire

Said the sewing kit to Pancake Tuesday

I’m hungry & the larder is empty

& I usually spare eating my companions

 

 

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No one cares about art here

They need it explained

In other words

They’re distracted

Go & stare at the road

 

 

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Few seem to care that 10 year olds are in adult prisons

They think life is a movie

They can’t sit through

So they keep scrolling

 

 

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Poetry

Is too popular

To be good

It’s just therapy

What is absurd?

What is predictable?

Anymore?

Absurdity is cruelty

Yet that’s just literature

Suffering is a scale

Not an absolute Dalai

 

 

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I love you

 

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But love isn’t enough

To maintain living

One can suicide full of love

Coz life is meaningless

 

 

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What’s confession?

What’s absurdism?

What’s with the questions?

Live or die?

We’re fighting to survive

By destroying the planet

& one another

Using

Efficiency principles

& increasing profit margins

 

 

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People choose to be busy

Because navel gazing

Is boring

Art is boring

Words don’t exist

I’d like an orange

I’d really like an orange

I can make an orange appear in a poem

That leaves my table bare

I would name myself a terrorist

I wouldn’t be

But the orange would taste sweet & juicy

I guess terrorists eat oranges

 

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What does this mean mean?

 

 

 

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All this has been thought before

& all I have ahead of me

Is growing mentally younger

& people in their midlife

Getting mad at me

Like they did when I was a kid

Young prats

Taking life so seriously

They’re just cowards

Resentment

But I feel bad from looking deeply at the beautiful friendly waitress

She’s lonely & scared

Like all beautiful young women are

They miss being a caterpillar

 

 

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