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.
Shut! Up!

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About Kitt

Sometimes a rhyme or couplet wanders across my consciousness. So, I share it. Other times I'm a hospice social worker; others, a Dad; others, southerner, New Orleanian, cajun enthusiast, voter, and on better days, a not-too-awful-poet/rhymster. Welcome to my page. Enjoy.

Posted on February 23, 2014, in Poem. Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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