No, dear reader, this is not an April Fool's prank piece. It's merely a bit of nonsense for this very silly day...
Alice asked Tweedledee,
"What is logic?"
Tweedle thought for a moment then said,
"Though I never before have considered the question,
Here's how it rolls 'round in my head"
A thing that is so just might well be,
If that isn't too abstrusely quaint,
But I really don't see
How a thing that can't be
Can be anything other than ain't".
Anxiety
Racing thoughts fill my brain,
As if they are tearing up the track.
My head pounds like falling rain,
And my heart is under attack.
Is there anything that can end this pain?
My palms are sweating profusely,
Why is everyone staring?
My thoughts are swirling abstrusely,
The bustling voices are blaring,
And I stumble around obtusely.
When will this end?
I’m losing control.
How do I transcend
This dismal state as black as coal
How much longer can I pretend?
9/20/21
Emile Pinet
Quintain (Sicilian)
What happened to the 'We Are The World' crowd
To be angry and intolerant now
Declivity abstrusely hypocritical
Abstrusely they spoke about things unknown.
They figured she understood because she responded within knowledge given by the Lord.
Never could she state what was meant.
She countered innately.
She rejoined her past.
Her findings were that someone, other than herself, revamped yesterday.
How does history repeat?
Atrocious is this cruelty.
What went before is not to be.
However, a reality has formed from yesteryear.
The future is a seed, which has matured profusely.
Seething a lost is she who faces a breach in her memory.
Neurological resources are their tool.
The mind willingly enters this superlative institute.
Reconsider what has been done because tomorrow has come.
Reflect to divert to revitalize a city’s self-worth.
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Penned on September 06, 2014!