In a held conformist soul,
Serves a garrulous mind
That won’t abort its hold,
And matters not be blind
To ludicrous not so droll,
Whatever reason binds
Purpose to feed its psyche,
As it tends to prattle on
Till weariness finds a hole,
For loquaciousness to be gone
In favour of enlightened whole!
© Jean-Jacques Fournier
Poetry on a canapé 
I laughed. Probably a stress reaction to the mindless prattle on the news down in these parts. Good one, JJ
Laughter is good, and if this short reflection of mine on our runaway thought machinations, sometimes not so funny, still got a laugh even for reasons stress related of which I can almost guess the cause, my effort was not wasted.
With age one realizes that not only good things eventually end, but thankfully so do the despicable do.
Jean-Jacques
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