You couldn't tell if I was crazy
If you were even any sane!
And you're not.
You couldn't tell if I was sane
If you weren't any crazier!
But you are!
Does it hurt your head to think?
Why, let it stop!
Does it hurt your chest to breathe?
Why, just quit it!
Soemone else can do that for you,
You can just take the credit!
For if the heart should ache
You're better off without it!
But serious-
The cloud tells the rain
What is & is not water.
Do the falling droplets care?
"What are these foreign definitions?"
The destination is the same,
Their own priorities remain,
And perspective is unchanged.
These strange properties,
Words themselves as elements
When strung together by sentence.
Is repentance within a reflection?
Redemption by sight through a drop of liquid?
What grippings within these pensions,
What potential within these tensions,
What whippings within these conventions.
By the accounts of every party attended,
What stern material has been cobbled.
Yet, poverty is worn stronger.
That which itself is as the weather,
I think it closer to trinkles
Than shine & twinkle.
What do the poor pour?
What do the bums toast?
What do the homeless shower?
A buddy of mine
Left really only notes.
Another was a rotten cheater.
I knew one that liked to play with guys,
Knew one that liked masks & needles.
Comes what? What goes? Who knows.
It can't be worse than before,
But that's not something you remember.
Of course, I mean, not someone you know.