meaning
I waste my time dribbling over the inanity of idiots
as we reveal one part of the true Situation
and believe we are part on a vast conversation
fools echo each other in a diminishing echo
a diminishing echo disappears down an ear
and like an insect buzzing drives us to our Apples
(does that require a TM mark? please don't sue me if it does....
haw!!!)
the best minds...none of ours are any too good...
but now I'm rambling
I've lost the thought I started with...
good...I've spared myself more anger
and the world more noise
Content (c) 2008-2012 Philip Milito.
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