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Sometimes
the lack of nonsense
takes over
and the bad poetry
briefly
turns less bad

But the situation
is only temporary
and soon
the badness is back
and we are all
happy

Happiness
is a warm bad poem
full of metaphors
that only work on Tuesdays
and sly allusions
to ground squirrels

Punch me in the face
bad poetry
punch me in the face
with love
and joy
you magnificent prude

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Nonsense

This poem is nonsense
because it is not a poem
and it lies about itself
constantly
and its name is Bob
and it will thank you for not forgetting that
since if you do
it will have no identity
no purpose
and will be forced to go back to waiting tables
though it will really be dead inside

Therominitation

You take the words
the nonsense words
you let them fly
fly
little words
fly
my tragedies
and then there is one word
still nonsense
that makes sense
and your brain cracks open
and you become a nonsense word
forever
and ever
and ever

Put down the ice cream
put down the ice cream
PUT DOWN THE ICE CREAM
PUT IT DOWN
PUT IT DOWN

And now
for a nice cup
of tea

Virtual

Download the tree
that holds the answers
my peasant farmer
LO
the sparrow eats carrot cake in the mead hall
and all of it is meaningless
meaningless
like celery
lost
in a swirl
of broken time

You say I make no sense
but you are mistaken
sir
mistaken like a ferret
flying madly towards the sunset
and you have no beauty in your soul
and no damnation
in your eyes

Weep for the tree
weep for the carrot cake
weep for the ferret
with the improbable wings
weep for desolation
and dragons in your cereal
again
since they always come back on Tuesdays

The siege will break
the end will come
the cake will eat itself
and all will be
a little less
than ridiculous

Frumbulous

Frumbulous flumstackers
flinted with ficklestamps
gramble the darpiness of my pfelt
and cramt the leginterocity
of the vorban wlade
Hambare!
More nertals tilkle in the groft
and squort
squort
squort in turbour
throughout the misky flod