Proficiency in Puzzlement

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I never expect the poems that I produce to rip a chuckle out of my readers. Either my poems are thought-provoking or gloomy or super sweet (sometimes even cheesy), but never—ever—funny. Telling unintentional jokes seems to be right up my alley, but having to purposefully make an audience laugh is about as easy as spelling "onomatopoeia" without needing to consult the dictionary. Hence, I had to force myself—like, really force myself—to write a poem that I hoped readers would find unbearably amusing, just so that I could enter it into the Wergle Flomp Humour Poetry Contest. (Spoiler alert: I didn't win.) It doesn't bother me as much as it used to, though. So, here it is...
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An esoteric language that has crossed all borders
Despised by many and mastered by few
For there's no such thing as cutting corners
When you're learning something new

A dialect in which digits and alphabets harmonize
But continuously clash with my mental capacity
Nonsensical sentences stain my eyes
As I try to interpret what's in front of me

An alien tongue we wish to comprehend
But which overthrows logic with absurdity
Place its statements under a microscope's lens
And then question our own sobriety

My clumsy mouth fumbles with every syllable
Grasping at some semblance of coherent speech
But it's a feat proven to be impossible
A miracle far out of my reach

However, I still attempt to read its foreign lips
But bemusement traps my thoughts
And I soon find myself losing interest
In what I realize my mind can't absorb

These Greek symbols, hieroglyphs—or whatever you want to call it
Dance before my tormented gaze
Rationality tossed into a ball pit
That brims with chaos, confusion and mind games

It appears that I only grow more clueless
As my cognitive gears refuse to click
And all that I have accurately concluded
Is that algebra and I will never mix

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