Poem: The Silliest Most Comforting Thought
How terribly awfully
blatantly and, one might emphasize,
preposterously
naïve
to envision even for a frivolous moment
a world, or a set of circumstances,
alternating laws and chances,
in which wherein and also everything else you can dream,
human beings,
people
decide to make love
the reason for living.
Slilly thought yes.
Even sillier, giggly wiggly like
the tail of a pig **+*+**:
imagine, as the man said, imagine
this most preposterous fantasy:
the human race
entirely too busy making love
their reason for living
to waste lifetimes making hate.
