Virtual Reality

August 13, 2013 § Leave a comment


If it isn’t a pathetic fallacy,

It’s a paradox.

The blind man walks

Alone; the sun shines quite bright

Though in his eyes, it is night.

The couple on the park bench

Is engulfed by red roses’ stench.

Tell her a secret, she’ll tell

You a lie and everybody fell

Like Jack and Jill or like

The sniveling asshole riding his bike

On the cobblestone path

Along green grass and angry bushes’ wrath

Do not contain your excitement

This is no poem; there is no enticement,

No beauty, no passion

Just a ramble in a rhyming fashion.

Jack’s struggling because he’s dyslexic,

And Jill’s a little white lily; she’s anorexic.

He tries to read a book, propped on a pillow

While she pretends to lunch under a willow.

Don’t be jealous that they’re so perfect

In a world of perfect defects

If that ain’t a paradox, then what is?

Good, then seal it with a kiss

Because I’m telling the truth, and it’s all

Bordering something a little political.

There he is again, the blind man

And the hot air balloon’s flying as high as it can

It’s as blue as the sky

Which is as blue as blue dye.

Now she’s telling a secret and

You’ve told her a fib; hypocrisy never ends

Its willful reign over a happy world

The biker’s smoothes his disheveled blond curls.


Welcome to virtual reality.




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