Archives for September 2017

With permission from the talented Ibn Turab. Here’s one of his very many ramblings.

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A long, long time ago, I realized
That for most of my life
I had just been an idiot
Traveling through life
Incognito.

When I made the discovery, I decided
To stop and just be what I am.
That has not gone down well with anyone
And now I am up the creek without a paddle.

So be warned: I am about to explode
Once again
On the floor of your life
Like a clumsily dropped
and wildly shattering bottle
– A big, big, BIG bottle –
Of smelly marinara sauce
Way, waaaaay past its sell-by date.

Stroke your chin, touch your nose
Rub your forehead in repose
Doesn’t matter that there’s nothing on your mind
Let them see how you “think”
Even sighing as you blink
You may also shake your head from time to time

If it needs more gravitas
Stand the hell up, show some class
Clasp your hands behind your back and pace about
Say it helps you ruminate
Then adopt a painful gait
(Nothing like the need to pace despite the gout)

Fake it dead or alive
All the way from nine to five
Let your guard down for a second and you die
You’re the actor no one knows
Oscar-worthy for the shows
That you put up as you live the greatest lie