We who are the Juts

by Aaron   May 28, 2008


I am a Jut.
Yes, that's right, jut is a word.
One of those words very few know.
But hey, that's why I'm a jut.

Jut means out.
Just to stick out beyond the surface.
Now for a second, think out side the box.
For a random rhyme, there's a fox.

Now, now, I bet you're wondering
Just why I am this word new to you.
You see, my dearest, dearer, dear reader.
I shall explain to you very so soon.

My name is of no importance
So don't ask who this just is.
You won't get an answer, response, or reply
Just know at times, my name should die.

I am a soul, one none shall claim.
So to be frank, just for a sec,
I am one, a person if you will
To come and find an epiphany.

Oh yes oh yes, such a true valued awakening
My come to knowing, my epiphenomenal stance
On life and love, and other many things
Has finally come for grasp of understanding.

I have come to know, in lyrical sense
On why my life gives me so much hell.
I know why, of all that I'm living for
Is nothing much of what I adore.

For live has brought me nothing but lost.
I look for answers, to only be lost deep down some more.
Like who I am, how I'm here, and what I can't do.
To tell you the truth, I couldnâ??t care less.

It was boring, so boring, to dig and find answers.
No one would help, and no one would care.
I guess its because I'm just a simple jut.
To hell with them. Y'all can kiss my butt.

Now love. Ah yes the simple word of love.
Now that is a topic I've found most inhumane.
Such traumatic experiences everyone has.
But that's love . And love always stabs.

To be small and front, love does not exist.
Its too perfect, too whole. Nothing such can be real.
People dig and dive to find its humble abode.
They dig and can only find, nothing but fools gold.

But fret it not, temptations lot.
Feel free to look, but you'll not spot.
For love is the gift of martyrship.
And no one is will to give someone that.

But alas, I've seem to have avoided
The reason I am a Jut.
But now it seems quiet simple.
So keen to even a mutt.

I, my friends, am a jut.
One who sticks out in a crowd.
Very simple, very aware.
I am a person who seeks what can't.

If you can't seem to understand,
Than you my friend, are a wet noodle.
Yes I did, I called you a wet noodle.
And only a Jut would do such a comparison

But now I leave you, for now you must wonder.
What you've just read seem to make no sense.
But yes oh yes it will surely shall.
If you are one, like me, a jut pal.

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