It's the little things that
drives one mad,
a snapped shoelace,
on your way to the
liquor store in the
driving snow.
A cockroach in
the cereal,
dead batteries, when all you
want to do is listen
to music.
Shifty-eyed people in
my house, quietly plotting
my demise.
It's the tree of
life, cut down to clear
space for a parking lot.
No love from my brother.
Another frosty day in April.
Cigarette prices constantly
rising astronomically.
Footsteps in an empty
hallway.
It's Just a hop, skip, and
a jump to the madhouse.
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Author:
Thomas W Case (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: February 23rd, 2025 15:35
- Comment from author about the poem: I am so pleased to announce the release of my new book, It's Just a Hop, Skip, and a Jump to the Madhouse, available on Amazon. https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0DY4XDQYC
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Comments9
So so true, the title says it all, great write Thomas, enjoyed the read
Thank you.
You are very welcome
Almost anything these days will set off the nitroglycerin of daily living. A poem full of images and metaphor that bring the reader along
yes, thanks.
wow, congratulations- and may many more come out from this storehouse of beautiful poetry
Much appreciated.
you are welcome,Sir
But then again, we may ask: who is truly mad? And those little things do have the capacity to break the camel’s 🐪 🐫 back. 🙏🏻🕊
For sure. Thanks.
But yoiu can always skip passed the madhouse Thomas if you are quick enough.
Andy
lol. ty
Get's on ya wick don't it .. Congratulations tho' Thomas & on all counts .. Neville 👍
Lol. Thanks, brother.
Yes, and it's called life 🤣 how wonderful we should all go or be sent at sometime or other lol 🌹
Thank you, sweet Teddy.
We can pick up a Newspaper to see how Crazy the World is.
And some of the events in our Dreams are off the Wall as well.
Enjoyable Poem.
Thank you.
Problem is, they've relegated art to the same until one must bow to the false assessment to join, or be ostracized. Excellently rendered with a delicious flow, haunting poignancy and grand imagery. Thank you for sharing.
Thank you so much.
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