A Poem About Not Worrying About Meaning in a Poem

I was trying to throw a bunch of words together whilst not thinking much about what I was writing. Then I started thinking about what I was writing.

This is kind of okay.

I hope you enjoy.

Have ideas that will not
Float on up to the surface
Instead of trying to lure them out
I’ll just throw a few words together

Not going to worry
About the meaning
Not something that matters
Until it comes a time where it does

So long as they hold
Coherent order
Then they can remain
As meaningless as desired

About Stupidity Hole

I'm some guy that does stuff. Hoping to one day fill the internet with enough insane ramblings to impress a cannibal rat ship. I do more than I probably should. I have a page called MS Paint Masterpieces that you may be interested in checking out. I also co-run Culture Eater, an online zine for covering the arts among other things. We're on Patreon!
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