(20 minute poetry)

Eccentric?
I can be,
a composition of me and him and anyone else that found their way in.

Generally speaking, I'm a model citizen that goes about his own business taking no heed of the madness that feeds on street corners or of the dogs that **** up the lampposts and trees, he's a model citizen too, Airfix I think and stuck together with glue.

We're all flaming citizens in a country so critical that you can't pass remarks unless there's 10 or more likes on your social media page.

Eccentric I should be in this wack community or would be
if I could get in.

Madness they say is curable, I find it okay but uninsurable, the risk assessor prides himself on figuring the odds, but won't take a risk on the outcome.

I'm here now
where everything ends
and being sent around the bend
is just an occupational hazard.
a bit like asbestos
or Paraquat,
It all turns to poison
in the system.