Shrug It Off
A little tic, he’s crazy
Lunatic
Raving on destruction
Lunatalk
Oily black plumage
Greasy black eyes
Blurry with delusion
Dreary dark disguise
He cocks his head just so
so he can see your soul
and then he
SCREAMS IN YOUR FACE.
calms down to an embrace
of a little tic; he’s crazy.
Lunatic.
It's war he wages
thumbing pages
of your autobiography
stark raving mad
mumbling something about
dreams so sad
and shattered, shattered, shattered
SHATTERED DREAMS!
in smithereens
he screams.
Then as he preens,
it’s destruction in his mumbling
your fumbling world is crumbling
he raves…
Lunatalk.
He’s crazy.
08/31/15
Copyright © The Grahamburglar | Year Posted 2015
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