Idle Minds Are a Silly Waste

Subduing grass into a lawn
Is a task to induce a yawn.
My mind let loose by humdrum pace
Switches from off to idly race.

Idle minds are silly for me,
A chance to flee reality.
Perhaps I should ponder deeply,
But instead I buy grins cheaply.

I hear little voices in my head
And catch a bit of what is said.
Some pass with only a low hum;
The unlucky seed a poem.

“My support doesn’t mean we agree;
My vote with you means you owe me.”

“I saw an angel late last night;
Hope it’s not me he came to smite.”

“I love to write a foolish verse;
Although a curse, it could be worse.”

“A llama walks into a bar --
How is this joke going so far?”

I might write one down, once inside,
To find what further it does hide.
Mostly I think me to amuse --
Often it’s my friends I abuse.

So, if I give you, friend, the choice,
Of my exploring of which voice,
Would you dare say which I should grow,
Or simply say, oh no, please, no!

Nobody stopped me, so:

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Politics make strange bedfellows,
It pairs up tubas with cellos.
If you think Reps work for your good,
You might not question where they stood.
In the hallway, just yesterday,
I heard one to another say,
“My support doesn’t mean we agree;
My vote with you means you owe me.”

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‘Though it might seem best to believe
The stories which the churchmen weave,
Some tales I’ve heard from the pulpit
Were too strange for me to gulp it.
I mean to them no disrespect
If their teachings I must reject.
I saw an angel late last night;
Hope it’s not me he came to smite.

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When all I hear is the old clock,
Voices in my brain start to talk.
They fill the silent spaces between
What is now and what may have been.

It seems likely they like to lie,
But, to tell the truth, so do I.
A fudge here and a flourish there
Will give a truth some room to spare.

I love to write a foolish verse;
Although a curse, it could be worse.
I mostly know what I made up,
And let you choose if you will sup.

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A llama walks into a bar --
How is this joke going so far?
Said, I meant to be here sooner,
But was dating a vicuna.
Due to arid Andean air,
She doesn't drink very much up there.
She would not come in here with me,
And this is where the joke should be.

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