Hello, I'm new here on the forums This is a long poem I wrote spontaneously, I am however surprised by the few edit options, I can't put my text in center or anything (Edit; now I can! ) Or make the words bigger or smaller. Anyways, hope you enjoy it Excuse my swear in this poem, as your forum seems to not appreciate such profanity.
Epistemology Of A Man's Armpit
"Well, who knows who, and who knows the who?
Who just learns in a manner of seconds?
Yes, the it
Why you ask?
Well
Why don't you question your armpit? That's where all the s h i t speaks.. you know
Where mans toxic trails can be seen, so they say
So! Back to where we started
Sometimes it haunts me
This alphabetical rhyme
Kids singing in a choir
Happily without care
When suddenly, this macabre scene unfolds before my eyes
Children.. aligned on a conveyor belt
They are all blind
Wearing nothing but silk robes
And their arms....their arms! Reeks of the dead..
The stench is unbearable
A
And worst of all, They are given these absurd tools
B
Machines feeding them to the brink of death
C
Still, happily ever after they sing
D
As the conveyor belt descents. Where darkness utmost lingers..
E
On and on they chant, in an endless terrifying choir
F
The language is unknown to me, but somehow it makes perfect sense
G
As if I've heard it a thousand times before
H
Tears
I
I find myself weeping, but I don't know why and how
J
Feels like decades..
K
But then it hits me
L
And I wonder
M
If man will ever change
N
This suicidal path must end..
O
I grab my vest
P
Shaking myself
Q
With all my might
R
I have to wake up!
S
My armpit radiates, pouring sweat all over
T
.... And I finally realise
U
When I hear this loud... chime
V
louder..louder..
W
It beckons to me
X
Soothing tranquility, wrapping itself
Y
Like a fine coil
Z
The world starts to flicker
Finally I am able...to remove this shroud
How could we have known? Who we are, and who is?
Our mother tongue, is not what it seems to be
It is.. where ultimate order dwells
A global unseen doctrine
So you tell me
Am I insane?"