June 2006
I am confounded by the idea of “being”,
Acting lost, I grow, certainly the buddhists report,
Yet knowing still in growth I cannot stop the hearing,
So, without hearing, seeing and tasting, supposedly so “freeing”,
How would I manage to order properly a pint or a quart.
The see ‘er’–being the be ‘er’
Intoxicates my senses.
Tasting I do not taste,
Hearing I do not hear,
Seeing I do not see
Friend, might you know a way I could depart from here,
Intoxicating from be to beer,
Personalizing of me to mere,
Wait, the libations are working–,
I have but moved from hearer to sheer and oh, quite queer
Ramblings of a rhymer rhyming fully rummed.
Rum, dum, dumb,
Dumber still he drums
Looking for the reason for the rhyme
But lost in the ditty of the dumb.
Copyright, John R Pigate 2006
