World Bore One Like Most of the Boring Poetry Y'All Rape
WORLD BORE ONE
I don’t know very much at all
But I know oak trees grow strong and tall
I don’t know why I sometimes stumble and fall
I know what I have, what I want and that which I need
And that each oak tree starts with one tiny seed
I can’t explain why some things are good or bad
I don’t understand why there’s less happy than sad
I do know that my good deeds are rewarded with a simple smile
And that each debutante begins with style
I don’t pretend to know important things
But I do know about wedding rings
Not that there’s a woman waiting for me
Because most women presume junkies like me will flee
Please don’t ask me queries I can answer not
I can tell you which cup of sassafras tea is cold and which is hot
I can feed the chickens, milk the cows and do some other chores
But I cannot for the life of me explain why there are so man f***ing wars
© 2011.…Phreepoetree ~free cee!~
Copyright © Jeffry Cohan | Year Posted 2011
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