Strange Poetry
Strange poetry of word and rhyme
it takes a toll upon my mind
and ever hour day and time
I pretend that it is all just fine.

But beneath the folds of my skin
there lies an evil deep within
yet I fell I'll never win
against this evil of poetic sin.

I have never liked it, no
for others or for me to show
for it's useless nature only grows
and I shall always see it as so.

For in my eye it means s*it
not even the littlest tiniest bit
so all that I may do is sit
and ponder a way to comprehend it.

So here I sit forever more
pondering words and rhyme and bore
but thinking has become a chore
perhaps I'll sleep, and so I snore.


Life: The abridged Version

Stupidity is the savior
From all the worries of my life
Protects the innocent from the world
Blocks the evil from our sight
And in its sweet embrace
We may find peace

Peace is the comfort
For which we search
From our family and our friends
To keep us happy we seek it
Unattainable, out of reach
Of our small understanding

Understanding will always be sought
Within, without, it wont be found
The pursuit will last forever
Our frail human bodies
Must surrender to time
And so we die

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Thank ye.