I wrote this poem the other day after watching about five minutes of 'America's Got Talent'. Hope you can relate.

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Absurdity

With curious gazes do we transfix

Our eyes to things bizarre;

O! how we know (or entertain)

Ideas that are so far

From things we maybe ought to think-

Or also entertain

But no heads turn, no gaze transfix

Upon me or my name-

I am the invisible; the sensible; the good;

And ev’rything opposed to it

(though nothing really should)

Is led, descending, into, the deepest depths I know,

With resounding shouts of glee:

“Watch him go! Watch it go!”

A droopy, weary figure draws

A picture in the sheen-

And though they may have followed laws

Not one can really glean

A story or a notion behind the shaky glyph;

But the who went is able to-

And does not save them from the cliff.