There is no reason!

There is no reason!

A Poem by andrew mitchell

Life is all rather arbitrary,
we live , we die,
and every time an old person
croaks it...
a whole library of information
goes up with it, yep,
a whole library burning down,
and maybe that’s why
the North American Indians
had something -
up in smoke?
Sorry maybe that was
Cheech and Chong.

© 2020 andrew mitchell


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Very interesting poem. I guess we all do die and try to make history for ourselves.

Posted 5 Years Ago


cheech and and chong....
"hey man you're scratching my record"
there is humor in this, but also a serious side...when i think of the native americans and how their lives went up in smoke because of our egos.
j.

Posted 5 Years Ago


Or as Keith Richards has stated, he had his dad cremated and snorted the ashes. Let Cheech and Chong top that.
A fun one Andrew and yet it requires some sober thought...so if I can find a sober friend we can discuss it.
Thanks for the laugh Andrew. ;>}

Posted 5 Years Ago



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andrew mitchell
andrew mitchell

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