Cheese and Coconut

If I told you the moon was cheese
And the stars were shredded coconut
Would belief be a gentle breeze
Or denial rage cyclonic abandonment?
For conditions rule the birth
Of all accepted information
And what something is worth
Is guided by a weather station

Poetry by Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2017-01-11 at 11:10

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Ashe The PoetBay support member heart!
Lol ... good commentary. Do you suppose there would be corporations that would buy the moon to sell the special cheese, and then we would have no more moon?
Ashe (worried about the moon)*