Falling into a tangle
of vague thoughts
almost-remembering’s
and near answers
slipping my grasp
tumbling jumbled
it careens away
down blind alleys
bouncing off suppositions
dodging conjecture
tripping over tongue tips
until hitting the wall
damnit!
just why
did I
come in here?
well
while I’m here
I’ll close this window
wait
what the…
well I swear
look out there
in the trees
how the…
the cat!
now I remember
why I came
now just gotta
find my keys
…now for a deeper satirical perspective…
Oh those
OMG!
no
I no longer need those
I don’t see things
for myself
don’t read the small print
or between the lines
anymore
I mean
why?
I simply let others
look for me
then they tell me
what they think
they see
that way
I save time
and bother
I just let others
tell me
what they think
I just glance
at the bold print
then I know
what I should think
like I said
it saves time
time I don’t have to waste
looking
seeing
considering
researching
evaluating
then thinking
for myself
so
no
OMG!
I no longer need those
haven’t known
where they were
for years now
LOL!
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rob kistner © 2022
Poetry at: The Sunday Muse