Pointless

Tongueless frogs cannot eat

Throatless people cannot sing

Beakless woodpeckers can't hold a beat

Limbless monkeys food cannot bring

Faceless shadows on the walls

Colorless silhouettes in the light

Countless ups eventually falls

Clueless in the dead dark night

Ruthless men make up the rich

Hopeless men make up the poor

Dreamless men make up the middle

Headless men make up the dead

Author's Note

Another experimental poem. What say you?

Reviews

[Mockingbird]

the first stanza is surreal and trippy. the second sounds like it's coming from a jaded person. the third conveys despair and surrender to the reality of it all. excellent poem.