Limerick - Consciously Dead Poem by Allen Steble The Philosophical Poet

Limerick - Consciously Dead



When the masses arise from their cosy beds
A profound thought enters their hazy heads
Does what I do today bring me satisfaction?
Or is it just some pointless petty distraction?
Keeping me conscious, yet profoundly dead

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Unbiased Critic 25 March 2022

This is NOT a limerick. It has the correct rhyme pattern but the wrong syllable count and meter.

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