Communication, you fickle, little bitch!
The harder we try to open your doors,
The worse everything seems to get fricked!
I’ve re-read those lines
3 fricken times, and somehow it all
Comes out that everything rhymes?
Oh-that’s right, we’ve lost our mind;
Everything’s fine, just stay in line…
I wobble…I’m clumsy…I ask questions…
I’m rambling, it’s interfering with a poem
She was trying to write…where’s the line?
Which line…? No more mind, oh how sublime!!
It’s closing time!
(Thank the heavens! What a swine! Right?
Turning our confusion into verbal-logic wine!
No wonder we’re losing our minds! Running
away now ‘cause I don’t think I’m fine!!?)
K. Scheuer ©12/20/2013
(Found this in one of my notebooks)