Parental Advisory

Hear Ye. Hear Ye. Here we propose to posit prose poetry
forming a form of continuous connectivity,
to communicate considerable contemplative reflectivity.

Simply put, we pose this where
prose poetry is what you’ll hear
when wondering where the time went
while reading such rhyme wonderments
as oft are wrought, and revealed thusly,
each whit of wit written Hieronymously.

Last Request

So, what is the point of Life? God only knows.  
That's an expression of faith, wrapped in skeptical clothes.
God only knowing might fill one with doubt, 
but read some of Socrates.  Hear the man out.  
Take care of the context, though others may scoff.  
No doubt, he once certainly ticked people off, 
and left little else but a hearsay bequest.  
Recall what he asked for, his final request.
And that's all I'm asking, no more and no less, on 
the chance you could hear this personal confession.

So, how much stock do you put in crates? 
Do you think they’re a good container? 
When Socrates described his fate, 
was Plato a good explainer? 
His last request, lest we forget, 
was that someone should pay his debt. 

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