As We Were Drinking
As we were drinking, crying, quarrelling -
Substance essential to life was produced.
We considered it a crisis
But in real life a real crisis
Is no quarrelling and "nothing" induced.
There were little answers, respectable -
Far less. Now for questions there's no motive.
How to make it fly unacceptable
Of meaning of life - Hi, Joseph! -
The meaning's insusceptible
To bribes, mobsters, laws or orders...
Copyright © Agatha Jetaime | Year Posted 2015
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