I don’t have rhythm,
but sometimes I rhyme.
Beyond a composer,
musicians and instruments,
I don’t know what it
takes to make a symphony.
It must contain at least
three movements, I have
been told.
I have never owned a nugget
of gold. Why I italicized
the previous sentence is a
complete mystery to me.
I am composed of millions
of atoms, too many to
individual refer to by name.
How many atoms does it take
to make misery and pain?
Without birth and death
and all the space in between,
there would be no history.
Can innuendo be mixed
with milk in a bowl?
There is so much about
life, I will never know.
For instance, who is
responsible for turning
over the next stone?
Even given the hyphen-
ations, I surmise that an
amalgamated conglom-
erate is one hell of a mess.
Sometimes getting a
point across can become
an exercise in futility.
Delete this when you’re
done. Let’s pretend
it never happened.
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Chris Hanch 3-26-24
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