Are you really as crazy as you seem?
Depends on what you mean.
Do I rant for sport or leisure?
Do 13 car drive thru’s with empty stores and
hordes of text-walkers to clog the halls
really keep me up?
It’s inefficiency en masse.
Cold demeanor walk-by of suffering.
Professional rubber-neck stretched bodies.
Do I sing at night and fill an empty neighborhood in a trail
Of occasional drinking prose?
Who knows anymore, but
I have been known.
Are you actually as normal as the caption implies?
Do parent drop their teen daughters at your doorstep.
Is your chin stone?
I keep my crazy close.
This place is a fucking Sane-House!
I get bored for a split second before
my imagination takes over;
I’ll be in a line somewhere, despite
my best intentions to avoid them
at all cost.
An old woman 4 sheep ahead sneezes.
Nobody blesses her and that’s all the inspiration
my little ginger brain needs.
I envision that we are still
a people who believe in
superstition and everyone
shuns this woman
(a couple pitch forks are already present)
Gargoyle flies in and attacks
her and they all yell
“Burn the Witch!”
All to the beat and hum of DJ BL3ND
in my headphones.
Its midnight and I only needed munch,
but this was worth every step.
And to answer your question,