The Sublimity Of Ennui -Or, To A Stick In The Mud - Poem by william beaird
Tell me then, what delights you?
What amuses you if not this:
perhaps a monkey on rollerblades,
or, put him on a unicycle bouncing
a red rubberball while keeping
rhythm with a hula hoop;
and, if also then, he lit a cigar
from a shot glass afire full of grain
then blew smoke rings that wafted
hazily only to spell your name in cursive.
Would you be impressed? Would you smile?
Would the laughter of a sinless child
bring you any hope?
or, the snuggle of your true love
hugging you closer...
Would that ease some of the weight
in your world?
Its because I saw you tonight at the greatest
spectacle ever seen. When compared,
the Roman Coloseum begged out as inferior,
the Elizabethan Globe, with hounds fighting
bears followed on the playbill
by Shakespeare's latest, pleaded busy,
and Las Vegas passed to Amsterdam
who never showed...
I say this with authority: I am a scholar;
I travel the world and study the world
along with everything in it.
I am curious of everything.
Yet you, ignorant idiot, during Thanksgiving,
staying at your grandmammy's house,
using your daddy's tickets, and
escorted by your ebullient girlfriend,
were bored bottomless.
But understand, that I, myself, am not too bright;
you must explain and enlighten...
'I sat next to you
so you could write this poem.'
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