A Humoristic Philosopher I do be…(sometimes)

Straining to make the brain work,

I do this with a sudden jerk,

My mind is out to lunch a great deal,

Maybe the hole in my head I should seal…

No more would my minds thoughts leak,

No more would I find what I sought on my seat,

If this poem you do not find very funny,

Take it and shove it up where you sit, honey…

Words do flow out of my diarrhea mouth,

In the direction of the confederate south,

I speak too much I am told,

My humor is getting, I guess, to be quite old,

But I do enjoy seeing myself in the write,

Just as I do enjoy hearing myself speak so bold…

I will forever do the philosophical thing,

As well as something humoristically comical in ring,

Be glad there is no sound herein, or you would hear me sing,

That might be considered a form of murder,

Sending me to a prison for life, possibly the jail called “Sing-Sing”…

What is it I am herein discussing?

Am I making any sense, or should I be cussing?

Don’t get yourselves all upset, I am not at all fussing,

Just trying to kinda make a point, not sure why I would be rushing,

Not even sure of the point I am trying to make,

Maybe better yet should just let it go and end this, at least for your sake…

                © ed ~ 11/3/04