BAD BARD POETRY
Weird Creatures
We are strange animals
We are weird creatures
A Pandora’s Box of puzzling features
Caught in our madness we get carried away
Believing our nonsense, we argue and bray
lost in our egos, jealousies and pretence
Then convince ourselves we make perfect sense.
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Yet we are creatures of thought
And we want explanations
Curious beings seeking clarifications
But our flaw is to admit, only those which fit
Just convenient, reassuring explanations
That flatter our dull, mundane expectations
While shutting out a world of ideas
Should dare they threaten or excite our fears
Yes it is the tragedy of our kind
To limit and deny our mind
We are so shamefully adept
To eagerly parrot and quickly accept
A perfect nonsense of ideas
Should they form a balm
And allay our fears