I, unfortunately, spent too much time this morning watching political commentary. I think its silly. I don’t mean the commentary is necessarily silly, but the fact we are still talking of all the same things all the time. (History 101: Leaders will repeat themselves consistently.)
You know the saying, “We live in a vacuum?”
Or, maybe it’s, “I live in a vacuum,” or, “you live in a vacuum?” Actually, scrub that. Who the hell lives in vacuums these days? It would probably kill you eventually if you actually like made a little home in a vacuum cleaner, not to mention it would be really cramped and dirty.
Is that showing my vacuum intolerance?
The reason I wrote all that was one, I had no idea what to write. And two, this is a set up of how silly things can be.
Oh yes, and here’s a poem:
The In-Between World
it takes one to see
A little deeper, and then multiply by three
If you come up with the total, and the sum of all things
And then you divide, what is a life
In incremental segments denied, and then
Realized by the passing of time, but not the passing
Of wise, and dominant source
You then come to the end, of the world in-between
Living amongst the reprobate lean, and not quite seeing
A more comfortable mean, but only a more comfortable
Seen, but not what is seen
Do you know what I mean?
Then let me speak more plainly, so perhaps
For all of the saps and all of the lack-less
The inferior tactless and superior axis
Of power and disease, of pretty poor please
And may I, yes of course just go on your way
There is nothing to see here today, but maybe
Yesterday, yes, yesterday life was so much easier than
Is this plagiarism, if I quote a fair use verse
From a song long ago, that was sung by John?
I’m not really sure, but I’ve just written a verse
Of nothingness, and worse
I’ve tried to pass it off as something, when you all came here
For nothing, and yet what did you find?
A person speaking in rhymes, and that will get you every time
So, read along, and then be along
Your way, and hopefully by the end
Not too far off, did you stray?
Because we all live in-between, what is here
And what is unseen
Okay, and so a word about what you just read. That is not a poem of any coherent thought. It’s called a bunch of words strung together because I hadn’t any thoughts left in my head today. Like I said, I spent the morning watching political commentary.
Have a good day of good searching! 😀
Goodnight Grace! 😉 (Hah, surprise ending!)