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72. I'm on fringe of stupidity © 2 April 2018 |
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(For the weekly poems in this month of April, I thought I would “dredge up” some poems from my youth and foist them on an unsuspecting audience… knowing they don’t have to read if they so wish. Today’s poem was written when I was fourteen – so that’s 54 years ago! I post these poems, not to show how clever I once thought myself to be, but simply to get a break these days from trying to write a poem each week. In my teens I wrote a lot of poems and once showed one to a “famous” poet who suggested I was wasting my time. So I stopped writing poems for fifty years!) I’m on fringe of stupidity – Who care? I don’t. I see silly scarecrow bending, scrounging in rubbish tin. Who care? I don’t – I’m on fringe of stupidity. I do silly dance, shout at someone, attract attention, then feel silly, wish I hadn’t done it. Who care? I don’t – I’m on fringe of stupidity. Jump, Jump, Jump. I done that. Gotta do somethin’, anythin’ – that good as anythin’, I’m good as anythin’ dung good as anythin’ god good as anythin’. Who care? What anythin’? Who care? I don’t dung don’t god don’t nothing care if I’m on fringe of stupidity. Jump, Jump, Jump. Who care? Who care anythin’? Who care anythin’ anyway? Who care? Who care? Who care? |