Absent Minded
One in a million and one
I'm just one in a million
A red fish a
a blue fish
the right fish swam away
and I'm the new fish
So its futile
it's useless
but I'm not going to give up
even if my ribs are sore
from laughing along
all the things you have to do
because of what your publishers tell you is right and wrong
I'm just one in a million
maybe ahead or behind the times
maybe sold out or selling it
whatever i do
i stir the pot all the time
Whatever it matters it matters to one in a million
and they have an army of million people
with like minds so what does it matter
if I'm breaking my back
racking my brains
thinking this out over and over again
for what your questions will be at the end
so you can read it from the beginning to see
I've already answered them
Such a short and sweet piece
but were different in the ways we wish
and it doesn't matter to me what you say
with all of you metaphorical gibberish
I'll sit here and write riddles
while you work on haiku's that aren't funny or sincere
and while I'm busy complaining
realize I'm one in a million
with an army behind me agreeing shaking hands
who we all consider to be inferior
and queer
So the wrong fish is in the net
until you let me go
and everyone loves a lover
and the fighters just keep punching the brick wall
Another fish by another name
still smells just like a fish
and they swim around their lives pretty much just the same
so what do i care if you throw me away
I'm one in a million who seems to have nothing interesting to say
until you reminisce and realize i was your life lesson
i was there to make you think
the images on my walls
and the readings of tea leaves
and everything we said was meant to happen
so thanks for r the karma
thank you for the compass captain
thank you for the slow dance and i dint get your name
but the glitter faded
and like a haunted wonderland
where the dead tell many lies
i spied and i spied
i spied with my third eye
like i scry all the time
and it told me
i am one in a million
one in a million
and i asked if that's it
and i have an army of like minds
do they need a leader?
are any of them believers?
should i start reading over what i wrote
and answer my questions and what you might be thinking so you can see
that i knew you'd come back to me to find
i knew all along
that we had this conversation
and your one in a million of a different type of fish
we swam this way last winter up stream
after we laid our eggs
and you got caught
i was thrown back
and that's the story we tell the young little tadpoles
of the tragedy of fisherman and eggs
worry not fisherman
hes on a vacation now
hook line and sinker they swallow it
a story of love in the fishing pool
and suddenly i know being one in a million
someones going to catch onto the writing class jerk I am
and realize there was no answer
they discovered it all on their own
another slide of the psychology of the mind
and another mind frame of propaganda fear farmers under control
what do you know
I'm one in a million
and you want to know how old god is?
I find it funny as i know the truth of how to slide in and out
of the several psychologies and ways of life
to reveal a truth and a false prophet-ed fact to admire
I'm one in a million of an army of like minded individuals
but how many different mind frames are out there you ask?
How many different fishes went swimming?
and was the fisherman smart enough to study them all
and did he have a snack
so Casanova
i love you too
lets end the war
the reason we keep lifting weights
and creatively manipulate
and throw each other away for
money high honors and awards
but their one in a million
this secret from u to me
I'm another fish dear Easter bunny Santa clause riddle Fairy tale
and the universe has some voter apathy
How many walks of life are under my thumb?
One in a million
or a million and one?
How many psychologies do i slide in and out of from piece to piece
do i write like the princess for a stanza then the beauty
go onto the prose of the rose the hunter for a switch
and then go to the foreshadow the beast
one in a million and I'm the fish that always gets put back
worry not little tadpole
someday you'll make a fisherman
a great sandwich
and he'll never get fat!
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