In A Funny Mood - Poem by Niko Tiliopoulos
with a mate I call just 'Tito'.
So I've sorted my internal affairs,
and as for the rest, well, who cares?
They say life's a long song,
but to the dead children they sound so wrong.
And there are no white lies,
just annoying dragon-flies.
And if you can make sense of all that,
then you must like kumquat,
and read the Bhagavad
in a cave on Ararat,
with a cousin of Arafat
who is called Pussycat.
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