Empty Humor

Poem, poem, poem

Empty words fall with grace


Humor written, read straight face


 

Angles drawn to rearrange


Your perception easily changed


 

Watching this! Read this! A blank page! 


No passion, no meaning, not even rage


 

What do you see? And can you feel? 


It’s a simple stone you cannot peel


 

Redecorate, restructure and change the view


And still the empty words do spew


 

Add some spice with bigger words


Drag up old history, never heard


 

Your cents, this sense, something smells


Mute and dull, like broken bells


 

Scholar, preacher, come and praise


This cup of blood unshed we raise


 

A-choo? With who? The flu you say! 


This has been yet another boring day


 

I’m hate, you rate, someone’s crushed fate


Catch this, fetch this, you are the bait


 

I smile, you dial 911 again


No quiet, this riot, the run away pen

 

I know, you know, he’ll blow some day


Just give me time to back away


 

I wave, you rage, who paged? It’s silent


My exception, your reception, now please be quiet.

 

Your humor, whose tumor? Dissection please! 


Reread with care, to your comfort and ease


 

Drama, karma, it’s all the same


Twist then turn, to play the game


 

Clipped, slipped, and found the flow


Keep going? Nope ending, ha! You didn’t know?

Author's Note

REview!!