SELF EXPLANATION

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an involuntary induction into this hell like hall

of shame

if stupidity were an illegal substance

I would be named to the blame

a rhyme for rhyme's sake makes very little at all

if any sense

some consider me a certifiable flake

to those of majority's ignorance I rarely take

offense

wasteful and useless words with them I refuse to

mince

everything is easier to comprehend when viewed

from a decided distance

I am poet dear

that is my own I believe to be desired occupation

it is my right to correspond to you as I see fit

with any and all or little or no ration

my ideas I pluck from near obscurity

and teach almost anonymous fame

these somewhat mismatched antediluvian

ideas rarely go against the grain

I may be a loon

but I play only to my own tempest's tune

pertinent points of one's own personal philosophy

are pray to many rules and codes

onto paper with a pen like a match to dynamite

my mind brilliantly explodes

I seem to constantly fall into a vast vat of

redundancy

can these strange and snide repetitive remarks be

in vast abundance

can you believe I am already boring myself once

again into a dully painted corner

I can't even think up some nasty rebuke or

rejoinder

every time it seems anymore

whenever I open my industrial sized mouth

I insert a shoe store

on that quaint thought I'll halt so to adjust

my attitude just a little more..............

(written Feb 1,1991)

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