Scientists Grow Tiresome Fast

Usefulness? Utility?
Fucking serious?
How sad gullible gullets
will swallow that nonsense
which is a rotting polecat
carcass compared to a delightful

nonsense wallow; serves
no purpose, nonsense?
Isn’t the stripping of a purpose
a purpose? But we know what opinions
and moldy washers are, oh
odious pharisees.

Usefulness? Utility?
Go on, skedaddle, and suffocate
some other gala, lecture them
on their grainy punches
and useless revelry,
for your putridity

will find life mighty uncomfortable
in this county. Oh we party, baby,
on a liner in an oceanic space
nonsensically
luxurious,
and ceaseless

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About Timmy the Scribbler

Love to write all kinds of stuff I love writing so many different kinds of stuff it is a constant struggle to narrow the focus to a manageable handful and let the others go. But a few years ago I dipped my fingers into a poetry pie and of all my uncertainties, one thing that is no uncertainty is that it is one passion that must remain, so maybe that's the one. I do dearly delight in chopping up fictional works into stanzas and syllables.
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