poetry

victory, and victory!

laughing is the only way to get back at the universe

because it can’t understand why
you would
make pies just to throw them
make pies just to throw them,
MAKE PIES JUST TO THROW THEM!

because
it hears your grumbling stomach
and knows
only of survival

because it has never
faced itself
because, of it’s pride
it’s upturned chin

it won’t understand why

some father out there with the right idea
is telling his child again, listen

the school bully never picks on the crazy kids twice
swing
swing,
SWING!
confuse
confused
and

and
you win

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