Short Absurdism Poems

Are you wearing monkey pants?
So am I! So am I!
We should all wear monkey pants
Till we die. Till we die....

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Rider on the storm
Rider on the storm
I want to eat a worm
I want to eat a worm
I want to be the germ
Infecting your epiderm
Rider on the storm....

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Some people say a man is made out of ham
I say he's made out of mussel and clam
Mussel and clam, oyster and crab,
Spread like a feast on a mortician's slab. 

You eat way too much, what do you get
Another pound fatter all sweaty and wet
Tell Peter not to bake me no pumpkin pie
One more bite and I'm likely to die....

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There is no point in reading this
Unless you’re willing to read it again.
Looking over your own two shoulders,
Pointing out the good words.
Shaking your head above the bad.

Scrutinize your own attention span, in time, in time, in time
To the primal rhythm of your breathing.
Are you even sure of what you are reading anymore?
Who’s words are these by now?
There are no more questions waiting to be asked....

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I have a bowl for a head
I have a bowl for a head
Hollowed out for flowers
You'd think I'd be dead 

I hold my soul in a lotus
My soul is in a lotus
My soul is a redhead
As you already noticed.

In this rhyming epistle
I've got ivy and thistle
Hear a tune that I whistle
To my stamen and my pistil.

Butterflies are my persons
We set out on excursions
Such pleasant exertions
Cuz my head is a bowl....

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Existence precedes essence,
or so I've been told. 
And living in the Aesthetic 
one can choose to question, or not choose at all
and float effervescently oblivious into the cosmos.
 
One longs for moral prospects of Karmic law,
but absurdism reigns Almighty
and at the base finds something raw; esoteric.
 
Yet, at the core of every human lies the query of life.
There are no answers;
the urge to question is enough....

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