When I do not know what to do,
the hardest thing to do is nothing.
When I do not know where to go,
Sitting still becomes an act of passion.
When I do not know what to say,
waiting for an answer becomes my task.
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I don't know what to write. :)
Oxymoron
I think some big guy
Sneezed, “A Just War.”
What’s worse, he was
Being given a peace prize.
Poor and hungry,
Bitter and envious,
Whoever he calls enemy
Come from our own country.
There are always
Plenty of excuses
For beating up the kid
Who took all the marbles.
Let us all join hands
And agree to disagree
Except for those whose spite
Sets off a nuclear bomb.
[Disposable Poem December 10, 2009 ]
Dr. Mike
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