The Last Stanza

Useless Poetry

useless poetry
as i muse
extremes
come to me

how did i fall
why do we exist
why do we have such funny noses?

(seriously they are amusing)
all these occupy me
whenever unnecessary

people can be so selfish
but who made them so?
why are they not like me?

i am different
but everyone is
does that make us similar?

a funny line teases me
then bland phrases surround it
creating an irregular box

a box with a meaning
sometimes without
i save it still

i start off with a thought
but in the end i forget
how it muddled up with another

then i laugh everything away
is it not stupid?
but nobody is smart!

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