Poetry
should also be
about life's
nitty-gritty
how could
we live happily
if all things
are taken
too seriously?

the unhappiest land
there dwells philosophy
how bitterly the thinkers argue
to the greatest degee of absurdity
none would agree to agree
all choose to be thorny
they wallow in ambiguity
rhetoric,  semantics and enmity
they forget food and sleep
'  we are all too busy'

  epilogue-- end of my story:

  they never stopped talking  
   they sat up for days--
   in total 43
   died of starvation
  
   do they deserve
   our sympathy?