Jeff's Poetry

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March 20, 2026 · Stage

a dog wagging it's tail, before pouncing, growling chewing off a passerby who did not quite get it just as a cat playing with it's live food finds it equally incomprehensible why an attack eminent could be seen through many lens obviously it is time to take a trip to the ophthamologist but myopia and hypermetropia aren't quite the same thing - and a straw hat blown away on a hospital visit doesn't call for alarm. the good man appeared bemused when asked by security officers why - dash the sands covering the eyes of the good doctor? shakes his head mournfully can't explain why if you are that dense, when it was just straw hat being blown about; surely pins and needles had to be stuffed in from right on top; seeing how he was a not too distant relative from the scarecrow! hahah: you think you're funny don't you? uniformed men peered incredulously at the raving man holding his sides tightly, had himself in stiches funny men you lot are; then makes a dash for the nearest exit for many was power - he could not win in a physical even if philosophically he held a royal flush; rushing down staircases even though it made no sense and yet the straw hat tumbles, whirls, throws itself against the wind gets blown apart with straw strewn all across hard pavements. so much straw, drink up the puddle, drink up the river, drink up the ocean and have water brain, water body flexible to twist, turn adapt. it's like break dancing said the man, going pink. some said it was anger, others embarassment, more myths, legends came along - as to what that event meant, philosophically i guess has hidden herself beneath a bunch of rumble; enforcers enforce you know, the three shards of power dismantled and a brute says to the pen: this time i win.

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