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Nothing Makes Sense

  
 
nothing makes sense tonight  
simple addition challenges  
a lifetime of mathematical dogma  
ethical dilemmas  
are out on life’s highway  
trying to thumb a ride  
   
as Plato rolls over  
in his cave  
and shadow puppets gambol  
on the rock walls  
trying to make a point  
to the troglodytes  
   
I have watched  
the green planet  
comparing paint samples at lowe’s,  
subtle greens giving way  
to the latest earth colors,  
blasted burnt umber  
scorched ecru about the edges  
a hint of charcoal to top it off  
 
and made tree-hugging  
resolutions by the score today  
signed petitions to save rainforest here  
marginal grasslands there  
to the point of feeling almost holy,  
scraping up shiny promises lightly proposed,  
casually discarded  
capriciously making sense  
and taking it away  
making a difference vs doesn’t really matter  
duking  it out for ratings  
   
a rear nekkid-chokehold kinda day.  
   
SNL was a drag  
and the jokes just weren’t funny  
my girlfriend didn’t visit  
and wah-wah-wah  
and kim left pete  
and i haven’t written a poem  
in ten days or so  
and I’m starting to think  
I’ll never write another  
   
Which is okay  
I suppose  
because nothing makes sense tonight  
with the greens turning brown  
and the koala bears so cutely catching fire  
and the icebergs melting  
in which case 2+2=5 starts to make sense.  
which makes no sense:  
the 800 pound conundrum in the room  
also starting to smoulder and smoke  
but what makes more sense  
than anything  
is that I am sitting through  
coming attractions  
with a bag of fake buttered popcorn  
waiting for some deranged asshole  
to enter a side door with an ak-47  
with my ass on fire  
and start popping rounds  
while James cordon  
rolls credits  
and the face of george soros  
appears onscreen and we all start screaming  
for two minutes  
and I finally begin to understand:  
Oceania has always been at war  
with east Asia  
war is peace, hate is love  
time to kick back  
and watch it all  
come down  
making perfect sense  
at last  
 
Written by Mrd
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Author's Note
C’mon guys. I shouldn’t have to explain this one, right?
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