Unintelligible Susurration


The Art of Disappearing


It is not hard to disappear
Just say no words
It is bound to happen
They are all insolent turds

Impossible it is
When you have painted yourself red
It shall not be so
There is nothing to dread

Do it now
Let it be quick
No one will remember
You were just a rueful pick

Prepostorous as it may seem
It is the only way
You will be seen
Only for one day

Submitted: Monday, April 29, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, April 30, 2013

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Poet's Notes about The Poem

This poem is direct. No underlying message, no gibberish, no nothing. Just plain old English, haha. Well, I've had a great deal of experience in this field. I am invisible to all. And it will be that way forever.

Don't vanish.
Paint yourself red. :)

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