Interdimensional blah,blah
I went to the shelf marked philosophy, And there a book I picked to read, It was written by an eminent, With letters bold and prominent, It started off with words in mind, You’d need a dictionary to find. I put it back, and chose to move, From the psychic section I removed, A book called ‘Isms’ or some such name, It talked of sex and bedroom games, I walked on further then I saw, A great big poster on the wall. Did you know that god above, Was an ancient spaceman sent with love? I turned, I span inside my head, Surely this stuffs never read, You’d end up confused, in a right old state, Much more therapy if you paint the gate. At least while painting your mind is free, To think the thoughts you need to see, You cannot read to know the way, The books not there, so please don’t pay. No yings or yangs, no Kamasutra, Can show you how to find the future. I know I write this poem for you, In the hope you’ll find it whilst in the queue, Then chuck away the blah,blah book, Go in your head and take a look, No one can help you in what you do, That’s really only up to you…..2002-01-26, Written April 12th, 2002 © on Apr 11 2002 06:33 PM PST 18 • 0 • 13
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