I Don't Know Anything

woke up this morning
stared at the things I have
and don't really know why
they belong to any blood
related organism a body of
goo and sticks and hamburger
all this mess may belong to
other messes by similar goo
I'm unsure cause certainty is
a myth invented by messes who
believe they know something
oh how they need to believe they
know and that you know they know
my mess hurts from effort of some
kind some toil and trouble and time
needs coffee but really that may be
it otherwise I don't know a fucking thing.

by Christian Carbone

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Comments (2)

Nice start. You will get better as you look less like Mr MacGoo.
Nice start..thank u for sharing...a ten for this..