Thoughts Under Constwuction

Thoughts under construction:

Take what you will, stranger

Craft a hidden hint

Of satire,

Maybe anger.

Or just

Let it all kind of dangle

And say

I'm worthless.



And it's all worthless

Considering

Poetic merit is left

To the discretion

Of a reader

I've never met.



We're too idealistic

Shifting into pencil gears,

Thinking

We have the power

To overtake

A highway of minds

With our meek

Pathetic cries.



I guess the best approach

Is to consider

That we're just paddling down

A creek of blurbs.

And streams just wash away

So don't put so much weight

On what you have to say.



Metaphors, a dime a dozen

Are the distant cousins of ambiguity.

Say what you mean.

It ain't new to me

Pick a sticky rhyme

Entwined in tricky lines.

A nifty hidden charm

And slickly called divine.

Sigh...

I've done it all before.

There's nothing more you said

Than fifty mimes.



We fall apart.



Just

Let another

Eat your words

And wait to see

If they can vomit art...

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