If I really exist
Please explain why I
am not a
Group of dozen drunken women
or a
statue full of chocolate coated peanuts
Or am I both?
And if I am not, what am I if I be?
Can I ever know?
Having thoughts that I really can’t exist
Yet I think I do
Thinking and thoughts—they are contradictory
Frustrated at thinking
Screw thinking, going to sleep.