You Don't Exist Poem by Richard Jarboe

There was a vote today.
And a resolution:
You were found to not exist.
Nobody saw you come,
Nobody saw you go,
And if you did go,
You weren't missed.

As things were in a tumble,
Everybody took a seat,
Talking mumbo jumbo,
Worse than on the street.

Ye old topsy turvy,
Whirly gig on the go,
Making flip flop decisions,
Losing track of the show.

I mean it was whizzy whizzy,
Things fading in and out,
Enough to make you dizzy,
With a head full of doubt,
If you do exist.