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AnonymousI adapted this poem from a piece by Zeb-Un-Nisa – Uncertainty Paradox (circa 1600)
is that it? is that the poem? “Jack Shit”? That’s shorter than a Haiku!
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AnonymousYou Don’t Know Jack
You told me, “I don’t know Jack Shit”
I said, “shits all there is.”The Dude of Great Silence whispered within,
“Follow the alley, that leads to streets with no names,
into the Cinema of Uncertainty.Hold Jack’s hand as you go into the deepest forest;
no cell service, no wiki-answersSwimmin in total uncertainty.
Stop trying to solve it.
Instead leave it to Jack,
who brought you here in the first place.
There is no other way.Just for a moment, hold your breath.
It’s fucked up, but hang on to trust.Y’see! Not knowin, IS knowin.
Realizin that you don’t know Jack Shit,
takes you to the point where Jack is.
AnonymousThanks Wayne! Nice work…
nice @wayner … says it!!
Yep!
AnonymousWayner – I like it! Especially the line “not knowin’ IS knowin.'” So true!
Nice!!:)
thanks buddy! I like it!
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