The Consequences of Thinking too much.

[Ice]

I went to sleep in a state of perpetual contemplativeness
I still haven't learned my lesson
I stuck my hand in the lion's mouth
assuming I would come away unscathed
I gazed into his eyes rather intently
and was called a fool as he tore my arm to shreds
I asked him to kill me
"No sir I've done all the damage I can
I will not oblige
Besides
that's too easy
even death cannot satisfy a self masochist"
As he turned away
I prayed I would bleed out
I awoke in a strange state of perpetual contemplativeness
only now
I am missing an arm

 

[The Day Tripper]

Simply beautiful.

 

[synchroneyes]

Cool poem mate

At least your Loin within is now well armed and satisfied.