And everyone.
I would be remiss if I didn't leave some mystery
as to what exactly I'm talking about.
But sometimes shit is just forlorn.
Forlorn and twenty years ago
I was six. Age is relative.
I revel in relevance.
Merely scraping surfaces
so as not to drown in thought.
I know how to be good. Make love, not war.
Being kind. Forgiveness. Friendship.
They will take you far, figuratively
Luckily I'm not trying to get anywhere
at least not literally or actively.
I'm mostly figurative.
And altogether too passive
as if you couldn't tell by my voice.
Too proud to be pensive
too humble to be eating pie.
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Jolly-woggle heresy.
If you have ever:
tempted flesh with a sleeveless; Metered the growth of the ocean with ankle-motion; Desired a trap-door in an outlandish waiting-room, replete with naked wonder; Camped upon an approximated value and devalued your value for the umpteenth; Been yummy like you like it or gumby like a nightbear or strange as the butter swears; Had to piss within a siphon in order to understand the world without; Sipped honey from a donkey's dangle; Wrangled while wearing Dockers; Championed the sweet wordflesh of the world and dined on dinner in Dresden--
You may truly deserve--and suffer--to be a member of Absurdists Inc.
tempted flesh with a sleeveless; Metered the growth of the ocean with ankle-motion; Desired a trap-door in an outlandish waiting-room, replete with naked wonder; Camped upon an approximated value and devalued your value for the umpteenth; Been yummy like you like it or gumby like a nightbear or strange as the butter swears; Had to piss within a siphon in order to understand the world without; Sipped honey from a donkey's dangle; Wrangled while wearing Dockers; Championed the sweet wordflesh of the world and dined on dinner in Dresden--
You may truly deserve--and suffer--to be a member of Absurdists Inc.
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