it is what it is
it is what it iseven when you do it
really good
it is what matters
not its appreciation
it is the thing
thus the one word
rolled itself in batter
before frying itself
it does not matter
for it will be it
whether it moves or not
it can even be a verb
or an adjective
it will still be it
it is the fabric
where breathing
is made into it
it will be there
when there is no there
nor its opposite
it is not I
but it surely can be
if I sleep
it can drink beer
and smoke shitty cigarettes
it can go astray
without I it can be lost
it must be observed
to be it or not it
Poetry by Bob
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Written on 2014-09-06 at 01:01
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