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“CONFLICTING EVIDENCE IS NO EVIDENCE.” a poem OCT 3, 2019 (Thor’s)

Gus smacked Bill RIGHT IN THE FACE,

And blood spilled on the floor, all over the place;

Then, Sally kissed Tom RIGHT ON THE LIPS,

So Tom said: “She loves me,” and he grabbed her hips,

And she then screamed: “Rape,” and Tom ran away,

‘Til they caught him and threw himInPrison, in”The Usual Way?”

“The bars are so hard, unyielding and cruel,”

But Tom, that Dear Tom, is nobody’s fool?

So, he used his “one call” to call Sally on the phone,

And agreed to marry her, but, when (he got out and) they were alone,

He beat her up real good, with a set of brass knuckles,

Which are SO DARNED SOLID; anyway, Tom got him some chuckles,

But then he read: (That) ALL THINGS ARE MOSTLY SPACE,

And matter ain’t solid, so the whole human race,

Is vibrating matter, so WHY ALL THIS HURT?

You’d THINK we would just “go through one another;” that’s what I assert.

EVIDENCE ONE: Solid matter doth exist;

EVIDENCE TWO: Molecules vibrate; so, here is the dualistic twist:

THERE IS NO EVIDENCE AT ALL; we’re caught in a dream,

And there is NO EVIDENCE for existence. LET’S ALL SCREAM.

There’s NO EVIDENCE to support history just because residue,

That APPEARS to validate IT, comes into view,

FOR, IT EASILY DISSOLVES, eroded over time,

AND there’s NO EVIDENCE really for Thomas’ crime.

Did he really hit Sally? She’s only beat up until,

The damage goes away, BUT WHAT ABOUT PICTURES FROM BILL?

You see, Bill took PICS of his face and Sally’s too;

“Isn’t that GOOD ENOUGH EVIDENCE, Mr. Poet for the likes of you?”

NOPE! That is ONLY dream evidence, which vanishes when you awake;

“Well, TELL US HOW TO WAKE UP, MR. MYSTIC, for goodness’ sake.”

Answer: “You’re ALWAYS awake, but as soon as you are aware of IT,

You are NOT YOU, but ALL.” AND THEN, WE ALL THREW A FIT,

And punched one anothers’ faces, until The Cows Came Home;

“AND this writing’s not here and never existed. IT’S A BIG DREAM POEM.”

fin โ™ฅ

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Published by J Jay Samuel Davis

A West Texas Cowboy, seeking "fishers of (wo)men!"

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