You think you know
but you don't think about how you know
You contradict the truth to be funny
Sarcasm is best left to the pros
I don't say this to provoke you
Only to show
You see show means reveal
Perhaps you should go
It bothers you, you feel stupefied
My conscience is tested in this battlefield
The boundaries become blurred
Each time you cross yours
It is bound to come around
I shall not lift a finger
This boggles your mind?
Don't linger too long
You might finally see
Once you do you can't unsee
Knowledge brings sorrow
The more you aquire
The heavier the weight
You get mad when I lecture you
Then I shall not
You get mad when I say nothing
Your rules are psychotic
of this you are aware
I won't mind you if you don't stare
Your tongue knows blood each time that you speak
I know you don't know the repercussions
Don't worry, I'll be okay
My intuition comes from on High
My words are drifting away now
Their power fades
Soon there will be no answer
But I haven't gone away
The silence disturbs you?
Be not alarmed
How much wood could a woodchuck chuck, if a woodchuck could chuck wood?
This poem resembles a
This poem resembles a conversation, or parts of a conversation, overheard across a distance---like a busy restaurant floor, a cashier lane in a department store, or the subway's middle car at rush hour. But, whatever it may represent, I like it very much, and was very impressed as I read it.
Seryddwr