Tramcar of Reality

[Taika of Narfell]

Oh, you, my little winged rhino
Drowned in white wine
This speech is not meant as a warning
Rather the opposite
Watch out
The soup hunters arm themselves
Stay away from green spelling errors
Blue thighs and indefinable chestnuts
Condemn the rotating moustache
And the painting that needs daily feedings
Fear those who cut off their buttons
Out of pity for the coat
Don’t learn from those who yell resoundingly
Through the rubbish chutes of the souls
Show dislike towards used gauze bandages
And boycott arms and legs not attached to a body
Don’t try to understand
You won’t like it anyway


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This poem was originally written in Danish, but I figured I'd share the absurdity with my English speaking friends as well. And in case you should wonder: no I wasn't high when I wrote this, I was just in a weird mood.

Nonetheless there's a message hidden in there.
Let me know if you manage to find it it's VERY well-hidden.

[ultimateklownx3]

you seem to be truly talented in all facets of writing...beautifully rendered poem....

is that the whole poem!?

...I mean have you expanded on it!?...
if not, then you should!!!

[Billy]

Perhaps it's a little too absurd for me. I tried and tried to pick up the hidden message. And all I could manage was that you were giving some kind of commandments maybe? Perhaps warning against hypocracy? I don't know, you've got me stumped. Can you give me a hint? ;D

[Taika of Narfell]

Ah but you're close.

It's a warning against ending up stuck in the daily grind and yes hypocacy. It's an attempt to tell people to get out of the mundane routines, and to think about why they do what they do.

It WAS a very weird mood that caught me that day lol

[Billy]

Yay for me! I almost got it.