an involuntary induction into this hell like hall
of shame
if stupidity were an illegal substance
I would be named to the blame
a rhyme for rhyme's sake makes very little at all
if any sense
some consider me a certifiable flake
to those of majority's ignorance I rarely take
offense
wasteful and useless words with them I refuse to
mince
everything is easier to comprehend when viewed
from a decided distance
I am poet dear
that is my own I believe to be desired occupation
it is my right to correspond to you as I see fit
with any and all or little or no ration
my ideas I pluck from near obscurity
and teach almost anonymous fame
these somewhat mismatched antediluvian
ideas rarely go against the grain
I may be a loon
but I play only to my own tempest's tune
pertinent points of one's own personal philosophy
are pray to many rules and codes
onto paper with a pen like a match to dynamite
my mind brilliantly explodes
I seem to constantly fall into a vast vat of
redundancy
can these strange and snide repetitive remarks be
in vast abundance
can you believe I am already boring myself once
again into a dully painted corner
I can't even think up some nasty rebuke or
rejoinder
every time it seems anymore
whenever I open my industrial sized mouth
I insert a shoe store
on that quaint thought I'll halt so to adjust
my attitude just a little more..............
(written Feb 1,1991)