Staring Into Space…

I do this a lot,

stare into space.

Sometimes I’m Thinking,

often I’m not.

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Like Rodin’s ‘The Thinker’,

but usually clothed.

I strike a pose,

rest my chin on one hand.

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It often fools people,

into thinking I’m bright.

That I’ve got hidden depth,

or secrets to share.

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If only they knew,

what’s really going on.

I’m pondering the ridiculous,

dissecting the banal.

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Many’s the hour,

I think about Food.

Analysing a fight,

between clowns and giraffes.

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Every six seconds,

I think about sex.

My face turns crimson,

as I try not to laugh.

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So if you see me about,

staring into space.

Come say hello,

sit down for a while.

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Together we’ll solve,

the meaning of life.

Decide if pineapple on pizza,

Is the food of the gods (or not).