by george willoughby
george willoughby writes poems that rhyme
cursed from birth
i had no worth
and passed my time
making rhymes
i saw a cloud
and laughed out loud
i walked in the rain
and felt no pain
i listened to the wise
with open eyes
and shed sad tears
with open ears
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i walked alone
through caverns of stone
and wore brown shoes
on broad avenues
i wore red ties
as a disguise
and blue chapeaus
down over my nose
no matter what i did
i was hid
from humankind
who paid me no mind
i sit in the night
waiting for the light
but the bird never sings
and the phone never rings
if i didn’t know better
i would write a letter
to the lords of creation
at the united nations
and invite them to converse
about the universe
and how it will end
as it comes around the bend
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