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Let Us Go A Little Mad!

Let us go a little mad! If we try real hard I know we can! Let’s not worry about what people think, We’ll go bananas in a blink! No more scrolling for what we need, Or cave into another drink. All that liquid dulls the senses. When you’re insane the world is endless! Let’s say what we really think, Not be afraid of things hard to admit. Degrade yourself for what, for whom? Your goddam beautiful, you know it too! Yes it’s fear that holds you back, Your past, your story, you’re better than that. Who you want to be,  that is your truth And I’m crazy enough to believe in you! Am I mad we so easily replace One with another during a Netflix break? If chilling is devaluing the human spirit, How empty are we to need porn to fill it? I’m not getting really riled, So let’s go bon voyage awhile, And not judge all the locals there, You know, they too feel love and fear? Now we’re lost in a nice direction, We’ll stop using ‘hate’ in every sentence I hate paedophiles and domestic violence I don’t hate using an iPhone 7 Now we’re madly - I feel a-brewing, Opinions based on fact reviewing When emotions feel a little ticking, Don’t buy that (blipping blip) they’re spewing. Congrats! We’re seeping deep into nuts. We COULD argue about funding cuts, Or join the game of hide and seek with homeless/addicts/single mums. OH! Using our imagination’s fun! But in our little game of mad, we whisper SHHH! 14 eyes will see the picture No name, no phone, just disappear I must be bonkers, a secret system!? A game for friends and friends of friends What a wonderful world when off your meds When everyone is kept in a tidy pile We can jump and stomp, kick leaves for miles! Now I’m getting upset it’s blowing The wind picked up and the rains are flowing The little pile was so connected They fight, the leaves for the nicest spot -  but in the end they fall, they wither and then they rot. Some are pretty, some provide shade But this pile seems to body shame. If each think spring is unique to them, the part they play will fall away. I know that I’m most certainly deranged. Some of these leaves, want weeds to spray. All this trunk and extended roots, They think this won’t affect them too? I’ve had enough fun for today Playing mad is a scary game I need a joint, beer, some time to pray Some pills, some sleep and don’t ask again.
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MathieuGardiner
25 / M / Darwin, Australia
Published
Nov 12, 2020
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I will redo this one! Reflecting as I drive over three days from north to south of Australia - the craziness of the landscape, the size, the emptiness - and yes, the kangaroo’s, camel’s and heat stroke.

It appeared to me that the key to understanding our reality is that we would have to be mad to believe it. Both the physical world - and the social structures - seem completely inconceivably mad. And maybe the people who understand, construct and command it are, in fact, mad.

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#drink#human#believe#social#justice#madness#mad#together#seasons#leaves
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