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Minor Mumbles
speak in poems, and speak in rhymes
speak in riddles, and reduce the times
you have to think, you have to rant
you have to speak instead of chant
these thoughts recline, and shy away
the thoughts you touch just slip away
so type your silly little obsessions
and let them keep your mind's confessions
about nothing, about everything, about you and me,
turn them out, analyze the debris
keeping sane, now that's something new
maybe you'll come unglued
try it sometime, oh wait, you did
just like the time you tried acid
a trip turned bad is no fun
makes you want to burn the sun
for it's too bright on lsd
makes you want to hug the tree's
sleep deprived and having a blast
wondering how long this levity will last
a sleepless brain is addled, but sharp
for now is when I make senseless art
