Some Kind of Nonsense When I'M Clean Out of Ideas
Then all of a sudden I disappear
It's like tempting a mouse out from it's hiding place
But I'm the mouse and the mouse-catcher
So I know what I'm up to
If I give it some thought, I'd say the hiding place is somewhere beneath the left ventricle and my lung
Placing my hand on my rib comforts the poor scared creature
But once I'm in hiding it really requires a game of let's pretend I'm not looking for you
Then bold as anything there I am
Writing down weird stuff, calling it a poem and posting it
Hmm, does this need a disclaimer?
Some kind of safety announcement that this is playfulness and not insanity?
No one was ever soothed by that kind of promise. Look, I like you so much I'm going to stop writing here and go and watch TV. See? I'm fine, you're fine, they're fine...
Copyright © Di11y Da11y | Year Posted 2023
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