The deity speaks
In a foreign tongue
He moves his cheeks
And rolls his tongue
Irony erupts
All around us
It twists and corrupts
And festers with pus
Nothing happens
At complete random
Not even the saplings
Would dare to fathom
A life at random
An action without a reaction
They don't think of the conundrum
Or the previous action
Only that this is
The way life is
They understand life
They do not question
They do not put up strife
Not even a suggestion
All I know is
The reason we suffer
Is just this
We can try to buffer
But the truth is the same
We question too much
And pass the blame
The truth is such
We must accept
But we are inept
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The Hobo Tales # 2
I think this thing now consists of mostly poetry and song lyrics. Enjoy anyway.
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