A rambling chant, the lure of nothing in the art of intent.
A place to vent about the irrelevant.
Accustom to speaking to ones self can have mind boggling effects.
It can teach you the art of self entertainment.
Nobody else has to laugh because you are.
A smile and a wink come on now tell me what do you think.
As I put the peanut in places I shouldn't.
And to think you thought I wouldn't.
Just goes to show you don't bet against the nut.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem