I don't know <br /> <br />but I like it best <br /> <br />when I don't know <br /> <br /> <br />Under my sister's rock paperweight <br /> <br />when I flipped it over, a <br /> <br />mysterious oval, old piece of grody, dusty <br /> <br />felt <br /> <br />quietly was living under there <br /> <br />It wore rubber gloves and plastic underware <br /> <br />If a god asked me for my number, <br /> <br />I'd stay free <br /> <br />For answers, I don't care<br /><br />Saundra Fleming<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/philosopher-with-rubber-gloves/
