The Four Corners of the World

Oxymoronic story, no?

The Four Corners of the World

 

Tonight by the fireplace I asked my Dad,

"Tell me the secrets of this world."

And he says, 

"Sure, son."

And I shall teach you all I have learned.

This world has four corners. Yes, this world, this majestic sphere, has a north end, south end, east end and west end. Now, this may surprise you, because in those nonsense geometry classes you learned that a sphere has no corners.

Well.

This world is a magical place.

Now, in urban Boston, MA, in the center of the media world, a round table sits right next to a doorway.

This round table is a pentagonal circle.

It has negatve 2 sides.

I ate my salted pretzels there. (Now with increased sugar!)

In China, the smoke fills up my lungs.

I mean, what's up with the air?

This rural country of new hurts my head, too.

And, I don't smoke.

Never smoked in my life.

Never will smoke in my life.

But man, I tell you this, cigars are what make this world go 'round.

 

 

 

Okay, so it's not that oxymoronic.

 

 

Author's Note

I really don't smoke, alright?
RIGHT.

Reviews

[Special]

@Mirth:
That's the whole point. Whoo.

[Mirth]

Hmm. It's very open to interpretation.
To the father, perhaps all there is to the world is a square room, the world, where he sat and ate his pretzels, and smog in the lungs, which hurts but is also a pleasure...

Hmm. This is definitely going to kill me, just puzzling it over. ... Damn you.

[talulu love]

its good but it doesnt seem like a story