Got to grow up
to know the fact
That rhyme or two
just won’t do
The reason isn’t hard
A nickel and a dime
won’t by any time
Take a quarter or more
just to get four
When did it end?
Must have been last week
we saw the comet go by
Man it was fly
Written on the tail
was, “the jokes on you”
from the God of infinitem
Only the cosmos have the time
Brother you got a dime?
6 comments:
Interesting poem, sort of surreal, makes me think of a Dali painting.
Thanks for commenting. No on ever comments on my poetry. It's not like I write it for myself and figured if I wrote enough of it long enough the odds of some one commenting....
Thank You, Sheria
But it's just that I don't think I can add anything with my old comment; but, here. :) I liked it.
"Written on the tail
was, 'the jokes on you' ”
I liked that too. Kind of Kurt Vonnegut-esque.
haven't read Vonnegut in years. I used to live for his work. I'm sure that little ditty is in the subliminal level of my brain and has manifested into my poem. Nothing is new.
I'm afraid Vonnegut will pop out of me, too. Mark Twain already sort of does on occassion, and, if I'm really on a roll, Tom Wolfe. I wish that happened more often.
Well that sounded awfully egotistical of me. Let's say I wish, hope, don't ever get, that I know of.
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