An irregular structure
Thus having resolved:
Let's have some fun
An irregular structure
Is the human condition!
"Let's have some fun."
Lost to consume what little there is
Is it human condition
Only to think, nay, lost-
Lost to consume what little there is
Of the meat of life?
Only to tink, now lost.
Upon a desert plate
Of the meat of life
In between sandy loaves
Upon a dessert pate,
I was left to think.
And in between sandy gloves
I have found a pantoum.
(First of all, I may or may not be fucking around with you- this is a pantoum about my thought process; including overarching themes of existentialism, consumerism, world hunger, and literature as a means of distraction. I've had this idea since I was twelve, writing arduously since to achieve this final end. I feel it is a liberation of the soul, a masterpiece in an era of [blog]crap. My genuis is clearly axiomatic, just wait until a major publisher adopts this into the piece of art it really is. SO
Yes, I definitely am fucking with you.)
