A fumbling and a farting
through the day I am not darting
….what the?… I’ve lost my…oh it’s in…
or is it?…oh shit, I left it……where?
have I lost it?, or is it here somewhere?
…under my mountain of sock’s
or hidden in my jock’s,
like their usual fare
that’s mostly forbidden?
I wonder now if I could remove this piece
and lose that somewhere and get some peace!
it cost’s me more than the thing’s I’ve lost
and shrink’s to nothing in the morning frost
where oh where did my other thing go?
for I have no use for the thing that would sow
a seed of new life in another to grow
only to find in the working of time
that the thing that I sowed
was never really mine
and that all that I have
and all that I’ve lost
are one in the same
and I am the cost
and yet all is not lost
because you see
I found that thing
that I thought was gone
it was under my ego
that laugh at myself
that I left on the shelf
….that’s essential to
(Cheesy I know!)
Just a little something about how life has a way of making a right bloody fool of you at time’s and that we shouldn’t really take ourselves to seriously, after all what did we expect?, if you can’t laugh at yourself, then your just kidding yourself……….is that a paradox?, I don’t know, but it sound’s like one…..Haaaa, haaa,aaa, haa. :)
Sorry all, I was just in the mood for laugh.