Dante, my daring deviant,
The time has come, put down that rum ,don’t you sit and think about how to run brush off those crumbs I plea of thee cause no longer can you roam at free, no longer can you just continue to be. You’re not me. You sleep differently, can’t you see, you need to agree, or they’ll take you away, never to see another day, out of your window you can look and say, “oh. that’s a world out there, are we in May” but you’ll never learn how to play if you don’t pick up that book and pray just say it’s okay you know it’s not arranged this way but maybe curd that whey and you’ll be like “oh hey. Girl can I get yo numba?”
The reasons for commotion
For reliable precision
For undetermined fate
For the unanimous decision
Understand the whole solution
Sometimes you’ll fall into depression
Deep under the water
Where you never breath or shout
Never think about the birds
Or the air that’s all about
Retrieval from salvation
Denial in the depths
Betrayal’s a solution
Behind the eagle’s breaths
1. Socrates is busy finishing a Ph.D entitled “The Mysterious Yet Thrilling Life of Killer Turtles”
2. Socrates has developed a great need to bake and has been baking 67 trays of chocolate chip cookies every day for the past two weeks, as this is the only recipe which Socrates is capable of baking.
3. Socrates is put out by a broken hip. She fell while bringing in the groceries which consisted of one carton of eggs and a 2 oz. bag of soy chips, 6 servings per bag, 120 calories a serving. One serving is half a chip.
4. Socrates has been watching skateboarding instruction on YouTube, yet has never bought a skateboard. Motto: “Better safe than sorry.”
5. Socrates is having a midlife crisis and is recovering from a gender change.
6. Socrates is trying to learn how to play guitar. Her neighbors complained of loud noises coming from a nearby basement and now Socrates is being held in custody by the po po. Bail is set at $25, yet nobody seems to have that exact amount of cash on their immediate body.
7. Socrates was having a quarter life crisis and naturally sought religious solace in a cult in Alaska. She decided, however, that cult life did not suit her, as she did not want to complete Step 6: shave your hair and cut off your pinkie. She escaped with but the shirt on her back and joined a close-knit Hassidic sect in a secluded area of Brooklyn.
8. Socrates went to buy socks. No further explanation needed.
9. Socrates is writing her will. She is giving every one of her plastic bangles to another of her favorite squirrels. Her flowered pillow case goes to her ex-best friend, Frederick IV.
10. Socrates is busy opening a goldfish store for lost and unwanted goldfish who have a 99% chance of dying in two minutes.
1. You get to have friends who fly
2. You can learn to fly
3. You can balance on someones toe, a practical life skill which just may come in handy
4. You learn how to think of someone else before yourself, aka, catch that flying person before she crashes her head in the ground STAT!
5. You can swing from those trapezes when your bored
6. You can wave to the audience when your really bored
7. You get to wear face paint all day long
8. costumes, hello??
9. You learn how to be patient. While you already know all the moves, you need to wait for the slow acrobats to learn theirs. Practice waving.
10. Yes, Socrates, the circus is the best place for me. What about you? Will you join as well? Or turn to practical career choices such as litigation paralegal? Assistant Manager of the Billing Department? Or perhaps, potato chip inspector? Yes, that’s a real job. Google it.
While your complexion is lovely,
I feel that the poem you have written is on the rude side. It stinks of uneaten food. As to which particular food, I trust that your were given powers of the imagination as to imagine this sort of thing.
Ultimately, we may never understand the true nature of the human mind. Still, the importance of politeness is great in any upstanding society. If not for social mores and pressure, humans would likely turn to murder, death, and all types of cannibalistic practices, as research has shown (Annals of Social Mores and Pressure, 2014 p. 21-324).
An uncanny feeling permeates the air
as the multiduousness surrounds and flairs
Finally, the name was caught
Unbounded by a noun and Scot.
Away with troubles, to death with doom.
Fold your laundry
Your senseless prattle
Your hapless babble
Your talk and speak
Your need to preach
Dante, dear child
We’ve too long let you roam wild
You lack the ability to speak of sense
Here, I’ll donate 60 pence
The reason as such is one your parents kept secret
They feared once you knew, your sanity; you wouldn’t keep it
So I’ll tell you, I’ll share, my kind sweet muffin of a lass
The reason you always fell in the first percentile of your class:
Thou art: deaf, mute, and dumb, hapless as can be
But it’s fine, it’s alright, just change your name to Mary
To Socrates, In the hopes that you do not have a heart attaaaaaaack:
The thing we will remember most
Of course the thing that I must post
to think and feel before the truth
to answer forward, never sleuth
a passers by
the treasure chest
above the call.
To tell the men
to tell them now
To ask them why
To ask them how
arrive the day
of never bless
to tell the north
to seek the west.
P.S you snooze, you lose.