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Is it Wisdom or Just My Wisdom 7.5
(i) TRY
They say: If at first you don’t exceed, try, try, again
There are many examples of why and when
This is not always wise
Russian roulette
Sky Diving
Suicide
Sex with a rabid wolverine
Hitting yourself on the head with a meat mallet
Crossing a motorway blindfolded
Just using the force
Catching lightning by carrying a long metal pole
In the air during a storm
Walking up to a hungry polar bear
And challenging him to a game of chess
Trying to get me to go away
(ii) Trails
Contemplating death
In the final analysis
There is you alone,
A god that doesn’t exist
Worms, spiders and bugs
And of course maggots
Morbid but factual
Sad but true
Happy trails
(iii) Shiny happy people
Never trust happy looking people
You never know if it is genuine
They could be laughing internally
About you and you strange attire
They could have gas or gout
They could have the tears of a clown
They may know something you don’t
They may not be happy maybe smug
Whatever they are I don’t trust them
I enjoy the misery I afford myself
And I am not fuckin annoying
(iv) At Least I Tried
I tried being happy once
But fate or god had other ideas
Blessed are the pessimistic
For they will know less disappointment
An enjoy the little victories much more
(v) Fags
'If God
Really
Hates
Fags,
Why cant
He just
Stop
Smoking
Them'
Authors note: In the UK the term fags means cigarettes
(vi) Blessed (the Book of Macleod 2:14)
'Blessed are the disappointed
For they should have expected
Nothing but disappointment
Then they wouldn't feel so disappointed
That they needed blessed
In the first place'
(vii) Happiness
Happiness is owned
By the rich
And the sudo
Enlightened
Our misery
Is a reminder
To them
Not to
Fuck up
They say: If at first you don’t exceed, try, try, again
There are many examples of why and when
This is not always wise
Russian roulette
Sky Diving
Suicide
Sex with a rabid wolverine
Hitting yourself on the head with a meat mallet
Crossing a motorway blindfolded
Just using the force
Catching lightning by carrying a long metal pole
In the air during a storm
Walking up to a hungry polar bear
And challenging him to a game of chess
Trying to get me to go away
(ii) Trails
Contemplating death
In the final analysis
There is you alone,
A god that doesn’t exist
Worms, spiders and bugs
And of course maggots
Morbid but factual
Sad but true
Happy trails
(iii) Shiny happy people
Never trust happy looking people
You never know if it is genuine
They could be laughing internally
About you and you strange attire
They could have gas or gout
They could have the tears of a clown
They may know something you don’t
They may not be happy maybe smug
Whatever they are I don’t trust them
I enjoy the misery I afford myself
And I am not fuckin annoying
(iv) At Least I Tried
I tried being happy once
But fate or god had other ideas
Blessed are the pessimistic
For they will know less disappointment
An enjoy the little victories much more
(v) Fags
'If God
Really
Hates
Fags,
Why cant
He just
Stop
Smoking
Them'
Authors note: In the UK the term fags means cigarettes
(vi) Blessed (the Book of Macleod 2:14)
'Blessed are the disappointed
For they should have expected
Nothing but disappointment
Then they wouldn't feel so disappointed
That they needed blessed
In the first place'
(vii) Happiness
Happiness is owned
By the rich
And the sudo
Enlightened
Our misery
Is a reminder
To them
Not to
Fuck up
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