This Poem was Submitted By: Michael L. Hoskins On Date: 2000-09-12 23:32:27 . . . Click Here To Mail this Poem to a Friend!

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Why, Why, Why?

A debilitating day to muse away I popped the pull tab of piffle Foaming around all over the ground I began to slice through life like a ripple What was I thinking?... Do you think that island has water all the way around it? How do we kick the bucket underground? Do you have any more children that you don't know about? Are all mountains formally molehills? Philosophically sound I wandered around Seeking more answers profound Could it be yet that things are not set Or, are all of our minds so bound? That I could not see... How is he high laying flat on the ground? How is she soooo cool and it's ninety degrees? How can they be "really down" but live on the tenth floor? How are they space cadets but cannot fly? I had to make a choice... A theory to choose with nothing to lose I reached for the depths of my mind Thinking out loud I was suddenly proud To find I had no axe to grind Did it raelly matter?... How can they drop out of sight with no hole in the ground? Do you wash the fork in the road before you use it? How can you be hip when you already have two? If their behinds were worked off why are they still attached? Then I knew... Plato bent over to ponder it over A position he would long regret Then he concluded and quickly alluded All of this means nothing and yet...

Copyright © September 2000 Michael L. Hoskins

Additional Notes:
PLEASE!!! I'm just having fun. This is not meant to be a poetic giant. "Soooo" on purpose. No punctuation or minimal on purpose.


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