poem 4967...

By worm

innocence born

the all-encapsulating wonder
of the full brilliance of life
is on display in this theater
we like to call "living"

but as we age
as we grow into
this skin that surrounds
our pathetic thoughts
about what is true
and what is real
and what is truly innocent

we soon find
that we are descending
into the realization
that what we think
what we do
and where we strive for perfection
is in reality
no more than the mere flushing
of our thoughts

and as we sit on our Throne of Decay
we look blindly around
wondering just where God
put the toilet paper...

Hallelujah!

© RLF 6-15-2017

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Published on Thursday, June 15, 2017. Filed under: "Poetry"

Comments on "poem 4967..."

On Sunday, February 16, 2020, carlosjackal (2788) wrote:

Love the humour and dry wit on display as well as that genius title. Brilliant work.
On Saturday, June 24, 2017, dwells (4177) wrote:

He likes to flatten the rolls too when you find them Worm. Cheers my friend! - Dan
On Sunday, June 25, 2017, worm (1149) wrote:

and when you finally find the flattened rolls they always seem to be just out of reach... thanks Dan! ~worm~
On Thursday, June 15, 2017, TropicalSnowstorm (1580) wrote:

Yes! So good to see something new from you! Welcome back, man! Ciao, T/S
On Sunday, June 25, 2017, worm (1149) wrote:

Steve, always a pleasure, my friend! Thank you for stopping by! ~richard~
On Thursday, June 15, 2017, Quill (39) wrote:

I don't like how he hides stuff either, none more so frustrating than the toilet paper... I mean, your pretty much at his mercy in such situations. Wonderful pen.
On Monday, June 26, 2017, worm (1149) wrote:

Quill, we are pretty much at His mercy in ANY situation... Thank you for stopping and commenting! a pleasure, indeed!