The Grubble


The Grubble

Sticky words attach in the head

Volatile moments in a funk

Feeling the rub for not in the herd

Experiences shared no back up on the wall

A sneer from who Duchamp would envy

Blues of the weak philosophy

Loudly the low volume blares

Time of too many small words

It’s all gotta be fun

Read is for the mundane

Drink others will solve the problems

Loosely care when it comes to one care a lot

Nieztche’s super man was for the who looks the mirror

Mirrors are for the vain

The laundry is out for many to envy

Wait judging is not fair

A crammed mind of ideas shadow an empty bottle

The Grubble


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