Backpack

Backpack

A Poem by M.E.Lyle
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Pure nonsense. It's what happens when you get bored.

"
Backpack

I bought a backpack. 
I don't know why.
I don't hike.

I met a girl the other day
I didn't like her much.
I don't think she liked me much either.
I guess we had mutual feelings.

A rock came through my window today.
 I picked it up and threw it back.
 It hit a little old lady who was walking by.
 It knocked her to the ground.
I guess it just goes to show
You never know where your rock might fall.

I wonder, when the robots take over our planet,
Will they worry about things like
Global warming?
It's a curious thought.

I've heard it said there is no pot of gold at the end of a rainbow, but how do we know for sure?
Has anyone ever traveled to the end of a rainbow?
It's kinda' like Schrodinger's cat.
Is the cat alive, or is it dead?

Why do people say things like
"Have a nice day,"
When in truth, they really don't care what kind of day you have?


Well, have a nice day folks.

© 2019 M.E.Lyle


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M.E.Lyle
What possesses a person to write something like this?

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Much to ponder here but I can say with a high probability I can closely approximate the destination of my rock hurl:/ at least I thought so I have been known to be wrong however?

Posted 4 Years Ago



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M.E.Lyle
M.E.Lyle

Wills Point, TX



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