Who, Not What (by Zippety Zot) Repost from Amo Apr 27 2012

 

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The WHAT of life is found ‘neath the neck.

The WHO resides in the head.

What I want to know by zippety-zot

Is Who is this in my bed?

The body’s familiar, it has two legs.

But who’s at the other end?

A woman it seems, she’s not a horse.

So what path down was I led?

This must be a dream, of course that is so.

Another one’s coming and

Off I shall go

I’m going

I’m going

I’m gone.

Goodnight.

 

THE ALL – IMPORTANT WHATCHAMACALLIT

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THE ALL – IMPORTANT WHATCHAMACALLIT

Forget about faith. I return to the search. Focused once more on the dearth of confused denizens and to the rediscovery of the all important Whatchamacallit.
No more shall I affirm the mumbling meanderings of my fellows. I’m yellow to the core; No more, shall I wonder how to best rephrase the kitsch, the common, the trite and make them right by moving deftly to the left, No, No.
I shall flow with the go of the gone and those ideas deemed wrong by buddies of mine,  as they rhyme about reason and treasonous gifts to the self.