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?
No.
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)
as a
Gargoyle flies in and attacks
her and they all yell
“Witch!”
“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,
No.
Crazier.
Nice.
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