Absurdism goes well with Peanut Butter, by thndrhwk
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Can you hear it?
There is music buzzing at
the edges of your expectations, and
Millions die without that happy
ending.
Follow me, if you care to
come and I will show you
the three rules to a calm mind.
First, that what you expect
isn't what's gonna
happen. Second
that in the end, it all comes
to dying; a compass leads
to flipping
coins on an empty stage.
Which way's south again? And
what was that third rule?
Oh, yes. That destiny
isn't worth
much when you can
tell a hawk from a handsaw.
The fourth rule is quantum literature, so
you can throw the other rules
away, should you be
so inclined.
Depends on whether or not
Schroedinger's cat is dead.
I bet tails. |
Posted: 2008-02-05 05:33:58 UTC |
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2008-03-17 07:58:14 | Blistered Rose |
intriguing... it's a very 'in your face' kinda poem. i like it.
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2008-03-30 21:13:54 | thndrhwk |
This poem, in case you can't tell, refers heavily to the play "Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are Dead" by Tom Stoppard. |