A Sonnet on Confusion

I think, therefore I am… confused.

Benjamin Hoff, Author of The Tao of Pooh

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O House of Reason, my Brain above,

Beyond reason you are, when folly you love.

You wrinkled organ, you sheeple sponge,

You lack retention and knowledge expunge.

O Bowl of Wisdom, cracked and leaky,

Exuding thought ever so bleakly,

The broth of sages, bitter and searing,

Away from you, from confinement, is veering.

Confusion cracks our brittle brain-bowls,

And titters at the tumult that unfolds.

Confusion’s aim, is not confusing.

It aims to confuse a being of its choosing.

If this poem thus far, has proved perplexing,

Flee reader! Tis signs of Confusion’s vexing!

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~ Granville D. Austin