Ridiculosity

Ridiculosity

I often strive to be absurd,

Tho' my messages challenge comprehension,

In my wish at least to be heard,

If only as my latest pretension.

I fear to fall short at banal,

Unable to capture others' attention,

To see them flee my teapot squall,

My triteness lacking enough dimension.

I mind not if at me you laugh

With that little note of condescension.

I'll ride bareback on a giraffe

To play on you my specious invention.

I try to wake in you a thought,

Standing brightly apart from convention.

I hope that I will not be caught

When you think of the jest's full extension.