c'est ou?

what if all of us where to take this world seriously? where would all the poets go? to be more personal, what would happen to the likes of me, who thrive on a generous dose of "ridiculosity"? a scary scenraio, by all means. and yet, that's what we seem to be hurtling inexorably towards today. the tiny, insignificant details, the idiocy of even the most pompous asses, the stupid outbursts of a drunkard or a revolutionary--c'est ou? life's rather deadly serious right now. we all seem to be talking about earning good money, owning a pent-house, with a holiday in malibu thrown in, these days. perfectly justified. nothing wrong with wanting the good of mankind. but what about upholding madness, irrationality? so you think i've got my priorities all mixed up? well it's that very thought of yours which i wish someone would challenge. i wish, for once, someone would look out of that tiny picture-frame and at least try and comprehend that a larger picture exists out there.