Sunday, June 12, 2016

A Poem

I'm not the kind of person who,
I'm not even quite sure what.
And anyway, what's that to you?
Are you, perhaps, some kind of nut?

A friend keeps visiting my mind
Who is a person of your kind.
He argues fiercely for a lot
Of what I am quite sure is not

And could have never even been.
But I'll ignore that with a grin
Because I'm not the person who,
And anyway, what's that to you?

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