Open Poetry #40 |
Thoughtlessly Pointless |
Triskaidekaphobia Member
since 2003-02-05
Posts 251In a state of disrepair... |
Knock me down a notch or two. Come on now, I've done it to you! After all there is little left in me that is so brittle as to break What broken bough of my tree (being me) shall I now slough? Just a little bit let free will a monument oft decree. What does that writ above now mean? I couldn't tell you even now. It was written without thought, as many things are oft times wrought. Wrought, I think that rhymes with nought Surprisingly that's exactly what I have to say but maybe that occurred to you? That this is written because I could and could never be misunderstood for meaning, even if you would wish it so. Erm... hello? Is this not a poor show? Hey, where did you go? HEY YOU, I SAID "HELLO!" I seem to have digressed as I wished to address this poem to my thoughtlessly pointless mess. Erm... goodbye!?! "I wanna bleed |
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