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53 fools

by Charlie Morgan

...say they are on right now.
on?, what does that mean?

what if the box said they
were off. off where?

somebody's gotta know.
i don't but i should.

as there's a place
for everybody: where's
mine, yours and hers.

mmmm. under my desk?
in their room?
contemplating suicide?

mmmm. maybe murder.
cut off a poet's hand,
ask him to write a sonnet.

that's murder. ask if i care.
you'll find that i do; just
don't know what to care about.

i'm busy, talking to people
who have no ears or mind.
and could care less.


Posted on 11/03/2009
Copyright © 2024 Charlie Morgan

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Alison McKenzie on 11/03/09 at 03:36 PM

I couldn't care more. I love your mind!

Posted by Shannon McEwen on 11/03/09 at 05:15 PM

Your thought process makes me laugh...and makes me dizzy!

Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 11/03/09 at 08:55 PM

Amusing, amazing, satirical! (Applied to the election in USA today appears some people have opened their minds and begun to listen!)

Posted by Glenn Currier on 11/07/09 at 06:42 PM

I guess my mind if on vacation with my body and will find the fullness of your meaning somewhere in the mountains once the snow starts to fall, but for now I know one thing. The last stanza sure does strike home with me. This old fool has been there too often. Thanks, Chaz.

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