A Pocketful of Poesy was and is again a Poem-a-Day(-on-Average) Blog! For 2009, 2010, 2011, 2012, and now for 2017 and going forward, you may expect to see 365 poems every year, 366 for leap years.

but aren't they all random?

Wednesday, March 23, 2022

Vain what way?

It's like trying to measure
a tornado
with a ruler. 
You're going to get
somewhere fast, no
doubt. But nowhere straight
or definitive. You might
as well have taken your
penis out - measure

that way!

As you do the world. How many 
units going around does it go?
Can you ever get there

definitively? 

I call it vain both ways, 
you know. Fruitless and
bootless, pointless and 
useless. Pompous, conceited 
overweening with juices
and confidence blown 
beyond all proportion. 

Immeasurable, 
due to total degrees 
of distortion. 
The first vain 
is a stupid one, but
the last is a fool. A tool
on the run to drive nothing,
pound nothing, join jack, fix
nil. 
 
It's a bad look
but you know you
can pull it off still. 

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