Poem 72: I’m on fringe of stupidity

(For the weekly poems in this month of April, I thought I would “dredge up” some poems from my youth and foist them on an unsuspecting audience… knowing they don’t have to read if they so wish. Today’s poem was written when I was fourteen – so that’s 54 years ago! I post these poems, not to show how clever I once thought myself to be, but simply to get a break these days from trying to write a poem each week. In my teens I wrote a lot of poems and once showed one to a “famous” poet who suggested I was wasting my time – so I stopped writing poems for fifty years!)

I’m on fringe of stupidity –
Who care? I don’t.
I see silly scarecrow
bending, scrounging in rubbish tin.
Who care? I don’t –
I’m on fringe of stupidity.

I do silly dance,
shout at someone, attract attention,
then feel silly, wish I hadn’t done it.
Who care? I don’t –
I’m on fringe of stupidity.

Jump, Jump, Jump.
I done that.
Gotta do somethin’,
anythin’ – that good as anythin’,
I’m good as anythin’
dung good as anythin’
god good as anythin’.
Who care? What anythin’?
Who care?
I don’t
dung don’t
god don’t
nothing care if
I’m on fringe of stupidity.

Jump, Jump, Jump.
Who care?
Who care anythin’?
Who care anythin’ anyway?
Who care?
Who care?
Who care?

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