Just A Thought, Seriously!
I thought i thought a funny thought so i thought i’d laugh out loud.
When i remembered that thought i’d thought i knew it wasn’t allowed!
So jump out, stand tall, and think something double-quick:
Too many, too much, think i’m getting somehow sick.
The party next door was going on and something mighty hardy;
So i let fly my new killer-bad attitude, oh, me hardy.
It wasn’t pretty, the arresting officer observed:
Well, it’s what you get when you play at 3AM, neo-absurd!
So now, not so funny a thought: blood in all the gutters.
How unfettered rage can robo-play in a psyche, one shudders.
But its only on this here page, the child of xylem-phloem—
It’s all ok, me hardy, give welcome to another pueriles poem.