Thought it would be a good idea to have a place where one can post or view bits of poemic shmimsy. You know. To educate and enlighten the place.
I'll start. This poems presents itself as an internal argument with the poet. It is deceptively simple, but raises deep moral and philosophical questions about the nature of man.



Who Am I?



Who am I?
And who are you?
I am me
But are you you?

Together we are we
But I am still me
And you are still you.

Who are you
And how did you get in my room?

Seriously dude.

Put some pants on.
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Best you check for carbon monoxide leaks. :-)
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:-)
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:-) I love that poem!
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Sitting with the Queen having tea,
She asked "Do you fart when you pee?",
I thought for a bit,
And asked "Do you belch when you sh#t?",
And thought that was quite clever of me.
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There once was a girl from Nantucket..................................
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You, sir, are the Tennyson to my Coleridge!

:-):-)
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To answer your questions Tom, yes and yes! :-)
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:-)
Nice.
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