There once was ado about nothing
An assload of huffing and puffing
With but one play in mind
Of the hubristic kind
To the beat of flatulence gushing
Poems
Life is but a bouncing ball
Upon the lyrics of a song
Each hopping stop on the words
More poignant in a sing-along
Life is but a shortish psalm
Upon the tablatures of time
Each golden note on the sheets
In fellowship made more sublime
My sarcasm has a field day with faith
where the world meets a belief in God
sans proof I'm removed by skepticism
science theory reserving my applause
My two cents 'tis worth three cents
and neigh one coppered penny less,
if you've come to value legitimately
my friend you've arrived at the best
"One day, one day," Oun's reminding her Bong
as she sings it like that, he's hearing her song
a tune of renewal with sweet melodic amend
playing well their symphonic affection again
There is but only one sure sooth
'Pon reflections in the mirror
Bald eye contact reveals the truth
Of barefaced conscience in the clear
I don't need cannabis to strengthen
a sweet, touchy-feely consciousness
I earned the deep sense of corniness
pushing pain past low's shallow lens
As do dual DNA strands,
twinly poetry spirals up
every verse 'tis a lifeline
each rhyme fills our cup!
It doesn't matter what any woman or man thinks
Or believes to know better than his sister or brother
For the faiths and axioms of one hominid to the next
Are indeed no more valid or important than the other
It only matters how we make good our sovran lives
Mapped out on moral compasses of our own choosing
Mooting for the sake of making right the minds of others
Is a flub by fruitless ego-trippers hooked on never losing
Please pass the Grey Poupon
From your seat across the table
Let all bygones be bygones
Being gracious if you're able
Please join me in this fête
From your place among the silver
Count each lining one by one
Being cautious not to pilfer
Please feast with me again
On your fleeting dining chair
Let love festoon the luau
Being unafraid to share
Write me some lyric about import,
wisdom's big wide picture of truth
anything nice and compassionate
beyond hedonism's selfish pursuit
We've each been hurt by another,
not every yet most've pushed pin
I pardon me now for my harpoon
and forgive you your barbing sin!
