Friday, 1 April 2016

tockfoolery, 1st april 2016

the closer you listen to the tick, tick, tock of the clock, clock, clock the louder and louder it gets...... the robin turned into the blackbird turned back into the robin turned into the great tit turned into the robin turned into the blackbird turned into the dove turned into a blue tit turned into a great tit turned into a blackbird........ cacophony or symphony? you decide... though before you pass judgement it's maybe the case that whatever a sound that nature makes will always fit just where it lands... right here, right there, in between or off to the side, up in the sky or from all around....... as colours will meet in a chaos unseemly only to find the longer you look, look, look the more natures colour fit just as they are, never to clash, never to suffer the same indiscretions that people indulge in trying to mimic or trying to make what shouldn't be make to go side next to side which clearly abandons good taste........ we try and we try but never quite right do we meet natures standards despite being part of the scenery we so blatantly torture and twist and whip to submit to our vulgar discretion, perhaps indiscretion, as is our wont and our whim..... the foolhardy fool on top of the hill is foolish enough to believe they can fool all of the people all of the time when all of the people are fools including the fool on top of his hill.......

ps.... it'll soon be may................

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