Explain

i get terrible
when i paint
but what's a game
when Hagar is horrible
i tell the man to build
the hanging swinging house
but on what it stands, guild
i wouldn't buy her a blouse.
timer jumpers
hurry to the diamond crafts
sunny excos tinker
there was a loud blast
i'm suddenly ridiculous
i find being funny atrocious
maybe i like being heard
but it's like mighty billboard.
soon the world spins out of galaxy
where will we be?
it's not the universe isn't orderly
but mind puzzling i must be steady.
i just think universe has reasons
but our life just swings in seasons.
nature is around
the sound sound plan
it's found
where you dare to explain.

Kirt Rik
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