Cooking and treats to the burping people tmr, but I itch to compose funny.


huddles and politics
laughter and muses
innocent ramblings and childish let downs
advertises beauty and unity
style and unique perfection
builds into a mountain
a gold mountain made of debris

sit and stare
adhere to rules
imaginary exhilaration
undeniable pretence

laugh like a wacko
snort like a pig
even when its not funny
even when its lame

one more day,might just collapse
one more sham would replicate many more counterfeits
stupid warning will not be heed
unless the sun again at the mountain will peak.

strings and mouths are of no use.
hands and heart are the ultimate tool.

-out of the poem.goodnight