Thank you for this..: Thank you for this wonderful poem. If I may add the following:
If only the years were knowledge
I'm sure some of us, as we grow older
Would accrue enough knowledge to graduate college
While others, who no matter how old they get
Still play the fool and will be in grade school
And of course, there are a few, sad to say
Who will still be in pre-K!
It takes uncommon skill to: It takes uncommon skill to turn anguish into outstanding art.
What a ride! Every twist and turn of intricate thought, every juxtaposition of words, every jolt of unsettling reality was penned with sheer brilliance.
How I wanted to swim against some of your stark, immersive waves of defeat and travail, but I have been in this place at times myself and made the same observations about society that I couldn't help making a strong connection to your words. The fury, the catharsis, at the end was palpable.
A spectacular and explosive study of despair. Amazing stuff.
Yes, its not easy,,: Yes, it's not easy in the morning
When you find as day is dawning
You start to get that certain feeling
A part of your anatomy
A part I will not mention, see
Is pointing toward the ceiling
Oh, but you must go to work
Alas, there is no time to jerk..
How did the horse..: How did the horse
Meet this handsome guy?
The guy met the horse
Through a butterfly
How did the butterfly
Get mixed up in this?
I have no clue
Give me a kiss
I won't kiss you
Why not, my dear?
You have bad breath
That much is clear
What if I bought
A bottle of Scope?
Think that will work?
We can only hope.