Mystery of IT (a jumble of words about nothing) Cheese stains eat poop daily when my mind wanders- I know but I don’t There is nothing There is something What do I do Run jump die Live sky high Care for nothing Love everything There is nothing to know No possible way it can be true No possible way it can be false Confusion has a way of making sense There’s no other way to explain the 6th sense No I don’t see dead people No I don’t walk on water I just know that the world is in a whole lot of trouble If someone doesn’t take action we are all royally fucked But why should I care, I’ll be dead before I can touch the flare Why there is something out there There is something real Touching that reality will only come through here Jello tastes good I know because of my tongue But so what Its not like I have to run From the jello eating poop monster There’s something more real Something more surreal Something more crazy Something more hazy Words look good but the world is wearing a hood I am going crazy I don’t know what to do There is only one thing to do Trust and ignore Ignorantly live forever young And trust my subconscious has something to tell For my conscious is going to hell
ummm....next time just leave it as it is, a readable size, and ignore smart ass remarks. If your poem was a waste of space, so then was his reply. This really wasn't my cuppa but liked the last few lines.
