A Whackadoodle Poem: An Adult's ABC's
This poem is from my "Playing with Words" phase...
An Adult’s ABC’s (Do you really think that you’re an adult because I’m pretty sure that I am not.) I always see Ability, but question Bestiality that redirects Complacency while still Dictating decency. I ponder all Efficiency while questioning Fragility, and offer a Gratuity while dealing with Hostility. I recognize Idolatry. I understand its Jealousy. I wish that we could find a Key that would unfreeze Liquidity. I sense a new Mobility that goes beyond Nobility, removing Objectivity while ending this Passivity. I need some Quizitivity to reconfront Reality, removing false Stability, teaching Trigonometry. I crave a fresh Utility. I sense a new Validity. This world must live out Wildly and not just Xenophobically. Stop worshiping Youthology conflicting with Zoology. Now I’ve sung my ABC’s Next time won’t you sing with me?