Crazy At Times

w c

Crazy At Times

 

I had no home at all any more

Since I’d been thrown out

To the streets I knew before

But hard and forbidding now

 

I made it to a homeless shelter

And got some food at noon

And I made friends with a helper

That had once been homeless too

 

Convinced I was being followed

I suspected it was the FBI

And they were never callow

But mistake-free all the time

 

I heard voices that insulted me

Everywhere I went

And I thought it was technology

Of a big brother government

 

The craziest it ever got

Was with my own family

All special agents I then thought

Grooming me for the presidency  

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

  • Author: w c (Offline Offline)
  • Published: March 5th, 2019 13:11
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • orchidee

    A fine write w c.

    • w c

      Hi orchidee. I appreciate your support.



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