poem that makes no sense

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do you trust rust,
or do you trust rust_trust?
when i think about it
little brain is gonna bust
do i do what i must
or do i do what must dust
if everything's recycled
then i guess i'll be dust

so do we adjust,
or do we do what's unjust?
when people think a player
never did a thing rushed
do i seem rushed?
i have a bit of wanderlust
..but maybe i'm just joking.
oh, i'm just a blob of mush.

[moseley]

amp the dandelion to ride the umbrella
if only a wind will take me off the base
any wisp will do as any direction too
they all run some circle,
if only my tail is not my mouth,
for so often I do eat my feet
as I would forget to wash a dish
and hope to eat clean, when what I eat shall not be left clean
but maybe a jellybean to a hungry fly
a post horny fly, ready to deliver
more of the same, some way the mechanism comes again
these pesky blue bottles, fill with maggot or pill
wither or ill and I wonder what will, twill
spill, fill, or mayor mcgill,
suddenly if I am sick,
there is a release in a quick vomit
there is a release in a quick scrat
sometimes Lady Chatterly's lover
knows a whole lot more than that,
but he ain't talking, he ain't much
maybe he's even done carking it up in the under six
and gave the worms his portion
or he got thrown in some bog
waiting to be discovered, long later unknown
inglorious, like most the lot we are marching in that order
some same simeon simon says monkey do manner fuck mind blow
the first order is the last and sequence even lost its way
to etiquette and form and being tired of dancing
I am quite content with immense spasms, when I can be so spasmodic
I can be so spastic and elastic and drastic
keep all the mortar in line with some mastic
all the rest in some dark base and mascara,
I tell ya I am a terror, a terror in a little black dress
in a size not so humbly small, I figure

where would you go if you haven't been as often where we are is still a world unseen?

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i think i missed the point