I wont tell you want to think.
I wont tell you what your wishes are,
so dont tell me,
let me think.
Just a double dipthrong,
or even a puny tripe.
Just staring gives me feedback.
And another meme just might.
I’d rather shed light
on what what was is.
that makes up our future,
predicting whats fizz.
Imploading with impatience,
sometimes I let it out.
And in this simple format,
makes a centralist devout.
Not rote,
but note.
The tone,
of that whom spoke.
What octave did they provide,
did it come from deep inside?
Was it as busy as a bee,
or just ho-hum bit like me.
Why do opposites attract,
only to wreck your back?
And birds of a feather,
gain mainly in the weather?
I couldn’t say but I might write,
these poetic delights my mind will fight.
Punish the poor from previous pasts,
and roll out of the doldrums instead of more farts.
Paying for the privilege
of putting it down,
the opposition irrevocable
dont tell the crown.
This multidimensional metabase play,
where letters have opposites
and adjacents bare ray.
The amount – position,
is an alfresco frey.
Where letters are seats
at the tables we pray.
each table complete,
because of the games that we play.
Short and sweet,
rambling on..
Can’t you see it?
Try to be strong.
Huffing and heaving,
struggling now?
If opposites attract,
they cancel somehow.