What all forms of poetry do you see in this?
Our Discombobulation
By: Jeremiah Fox
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Our Discombobulation
By: Jeremiah Fox
Down with me here in our utter confusion,
On our way, madness, reality, all delusion,
Welcome are thee to our source of elation,
Now join in our group of discombobulation.
We bid thee come take a seat at our crazy table,
If ye are mentally misfit, we'll keep ye unstable,
To the kegs, the barrels, the bottles we go drink,
How in our joint confusion can any not to think.
Table for the odd,
How can best give our facade,
Yer our crazy sod.
Under trees alight with madness and flame,
The truth is nothing is ever the old same,
That's the way we like it here in our mind,
Ever a world we forget to us to so remind,
Rolling laughter, no thought to why we came.
Come join us in our mad confusing revelry,
Oh the world is saddening with its devilry,
Never us again to think straight and thus fair,
Follow us along the path to not so much care,
Under our feet a mad dance no one even knows,
Standing to set our feet wherever it doest goes,
Inept mystoperation, our discombobulation,
Oh have we found a maddening sort o'elation,
Never again to sadly know if you join us, me.
