COLLECTIVELY SPOKEN
shit happens.
we wipe our collective butts
and move on.
careful not to step in it,
as we're moving on.
no sense, none at all,
dragging any of that
nasty stuff with us, is there?
as we escape up wind.
if obnoxious were a soup,
it would taste of bitters
in a fart induced wind.
it is our mental disparity
keeping ourselves hidden
when we should be shining
glowing like a flaming star
reaching that time in life,
not needing anything from anyone,
makes life so much easier
in so may unabridged ways.
especially not letting anyone
screw up our lives with nonsense.
consortium within a consortium
consorting with mutants
no pretentious thinking here
just plain old mumbo-jumbo.
rudimentary, Dear Watson, rudimentary
some hotshot biblical scholar perhaps
to err on side of cautiousness
au contraire, dear Watson, au contraire
something serene about desolation.
and, indeed, human psyche thrives on serene.
becoming about sacred as some ever come.
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