When I was a fool <br />learning all the rules <br />playing with insanity <br />and absence of mind <br />finding creative words <br />to feed the blind <br />my playground has grown <br />leaving the madness alone <br />reflecting all doubts <br />in question-marks and faults <br />the answers in double points <br />and dash - for train of thought <br />waiting behind the next slash <br />singing phrases with English style <br />amusing myself for a proper while <br />regarding all listeners as my guests <br />telling the newest nonsense before I rest <br />grimace everyone with my happy laughter <br />have to hold my belly faster <br />not to betray - who laughs last <br />...and not...'after' <br />...no one would say. <br /> <br />(c) Floyd Floydson,08/18/2012<br /><br />Floy Dy (Floyd) Ra (Floydson)<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/fools-wisdom/
