Smooth becomes the rough, Memory is not enough. Hearing the message that fate sends. If I don't jump now I shall die, Faith is the way humans can fly. I wrote some Bonto's outside of the rules, Not read the instructions,makes me a fool. I gaze into a magazine To drool upon a beauty queen, I forget that she is 2-D, Make believe tears reality.
Metaphysical thought flows Much the same as the wind blows.
Syllables counted, Pasted and mounted, No room to tell you, Finish right on cue. Verse within a birthday card, Compromise is sometimes hard. Embarrased censor hides away, Forgive the poet out to play. Thought can twist a dancing word, Wring meaning from the absurd. Look again before you vet.