Nonsense- Amanda Codling

It's crazy because if asked what is not cents, you would think the immediate answer would be dollars. Most people don't make cents; dollars are the usual winners. In Jamaica, the cents are actually dollars, so you can have a 5 dollar cent. How does that make sense? Now sense, that's something people also don't seem to make. It's just easier and more fun to make it out of nothing. I like to ramble on sometimes with my peers, but they tend to cut me off to inform me that I make so sense. They seem to always forget that I make no money whatsoever with the hours that I work. One day, I'll make many dollars and that will be all the cents (or is it sense) that I will need. It seems that the more dollars you make, the less sense you need to make. Meanwhile, those who make very little have no choice but to make all the sense they possible can. They rely on their cents and sense for survival. But what is sense? Anything that is not nonsense. How can we know which is which? Where does sense become nonsense? When does nonsense begin to make sense? It seems to depend on the individual. Some people hear nonsense and make it make sense simply because the source has more cents than perceivable. Do clocks really melt? Do most woman lack eyebrows? I've only heard of one. Those paintings are nonsensical, yet expensive because out of this nonsense, greater understanding is achieved. Nonsense is like beauty, in the eye of the beholder, holding a message so profound but having no hands with which it can hold. If nonsense drove you to cents, was it truly nonsense? In hindsight does something that was nonsense, change? What if nonsense is just a placeholder, waiting for truth and understanding to fill the spot? Or a term used to describe the misunderstood? Think about it, until the Stooge was visited by ghosts, he found Christmas to be humbug. It's that perception of nonsense. What if it really is nonsense? The child playing grand theft auto V for an entire night may be scolded by their parent for wasting time on such nonsense. If the parent understood the amount of work had to be put in before a strip club can be owned in this game, would they still consider it nonsense? Probably. When the child looks back at the hours spent, would she or he consider it nonsense? Who knows? Nonsense seems to require a time and a barrier, or a phrase, or a sentence, or a place, or a way, or a mode, or a this, or a that, or a skit, or a scat, or a cat in a hat, or a dog in a clog, or a flee in your tea, or a flee in a tee. Does it not depend? Does it not depend on who? Does it not depend on you? It does, but maybe it does not. Nonsense! Jibberish! Nonsense! Foolishness! There will never be light without sun nor fire! See how high you can jump, for you will go no higher! How dare you desire any esteem, when out of your mouth only nonsense streams. Walk on the moon? Oh dear, go to bed. It's nonsense you spew, it's nonsense this hour, but that will change quickly, since nonsense is power.