Poems time :)

The World is a table.
It took hours for the stupid physics teacher to deceive me it was a circle.
It would have taken forever if I had never heard more crazy people saying it is a cycle.

I know why a ship slowly disappears by the ocean’s horizon; they run away from...
I know why satellites view the world as a circle; they are drunk from disabilities.
I know why the horizon exists; it is because I cannot see farther.
I know the world is table. Because I just fell off the edge.

If is it is not a table, somebody tell me why I passed by a cup of tea.
If it is not a table, somebody tell me why I see eyes by the edge.
If it is not a table, somebody tell me why I smell chicken curry.
If it is not a table, somebody tell me why I had to be stung by a fork.
If it is not a table, why is this sharp knife lying on my way.
If it is not a table, why did I have to fall off the edge?

Yes I want the world to be circle; as sharp knives will be on the trailing horizon.
Yes I want the world to have gravity; to hold me firm.
Yes I want world to still grow flowers; as they reflect the most beautiful light.
Yes I want world to still have The River of Life; as I need water.
Yes I want satellites and my teacher to be right; though the right thing always wins.
Yes I want the world to be circle; as I will not have to fall off the edge.