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Staring Into Space…

Staring Into Space…

I do this a lot,

stare into space.

Sometimes I’m Thinking,

often I’m not.


Like Rodin’s ‘The Thinker’,

but usually clothed.

I strike a pose,

rest my chin on one hand.


It often fools people,

into thinking I’m bright.

That I’ve got hidden depth,

or secrets to share.


If only they knew,

what’s really going on.

I’m pondering the ridiculous,

dissecting the banal.


Many’s the hour,

I think about Food.

Analysing a fight,

between clowns and giraffes.


Every six seconds,

I think about sex.

My face turns crimson,

as I try not to laugh.


So if you see me about,

staring into space.

Come say hello,

sit down for a while.


Together we’ll solve,

the meaning of life.

Decide if pineapple on pizza,

Is the food of the gods (or not).

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Staring Into Space…


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