IF MAD I AM

I, samueldpoetry,
while liked by many
Some heads still hear my
Poem to call it nonsense

Nonsense is
The duty of mad men
And if mad I am then
Here’s the verse you’ll hear from me and myself:

“Wednesday is the last year of the month
The summer sunny rainy month when what you zip you will sow

The month no living will zip cow and sow camel
Or rear a herd of beans and gain a thousand crate of maize-pullet or dow

For whatever you shallow you shall rip in no fold.”

How does that make sense?

IF MAD I AM

I, samueldpoetry,
while liked by many
Some heads still hear my
Poem to call it nonsense

Nonsense is
The duty of mad men
And if mad I am then
Here’s the verse you’ll hear from me and myself:

“Wednesday is the last year of the month
The summer sunny rainy month when what you zip you will sow

The month no living will zip cow and sow camel
Or rear a herd of beans and gain a thousand crate of maize-pullet or dow

For whatever you shallow you shall rip in no fold.”

How does that make sense?