Wednesday, February 22, 2012


Ask me any question about life’s mystery.

I regret my honest answer will no revelation be.

I’m obliged to tell you, I don’t know bugger all.

I went to school and read a lot, but can’t a shred recall.

I know the date and time; I’m sure my name is … Jim?

Beyond these simple basic facts, my data bank is thin.

Ask about religion. Ask is there’s a god.

Ask what are good and evil. I’ll stroke my chin and nod,

And say with deep conviction, ‘I haven’t got a clue!’

I’ve lost my bona fides. I’m a gaga ex guru.

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