Bits And Pieces Of Information

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

taken from my book, "Flavortism"

Submitted: June 29, 2018

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Submitted: June 29, 2018



Bits And Pieces Of Information


I have fallen off my tea platter

And my whole body had went "splatter!"

I don't know much about these hideous creatures

That roam this land looking for crackers

But, whatever they're like

I'm sure it doesn't matter

I'm sure it don't matter, at all

Not after the bus to self imprisonment

Has already arrived to take my blank check

And slap me across my face

To say that my money is no good here

Whatever reason is left upstairs in my head

I'm sure the monkeys won't drop dead

Not just yet

Not while these words need to be said

Said to a dying white horse in the sky

That spreads it's wings to fly

Far far away

Tom a land to get laid

And as the sausage crumbs scatter about

This wasteless land

I adhere to the knowledge

That "whatever happens to me now

Will not let me fall on my face

Instead I will fall on my ass

And waste gas

Going nowhere from now on

Aimlessly into the night

Searching thru the fog

Looking for lost meaning

To why a light bulb cannot belong"

I don't belong to the freedom of massacre

I just know what I don't

And hold on for the ride

The ride of my life

Not knowing where I'll be

When the light comes on

Looking for me

As I crash about, in and around town

I'll look like a fried Frito chip

Breaking into crumbs

And biting my ears off

So that nobody calls me "Dumbo" anymore

If the world of lost losses

Sharpen the wits on a dead beetle

I'll know how to survive all the lies

That pile up in my head

And understand not

How to never understand, at all



D. L. Cannon

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