Fools drop their burden
at the home of lost souls.
Refugees from the silent world
laughing like unhappy children.
Dressed as sunday beast
they go to the zoo ,
offering bananas to the crocodiles
and taking selfies with the monkeys .
Crazy people are not evil ,
they make the devil smile,
in the crowd nobody recognize them
because they are everyone ...
Poets performing parodies
in the empty birdcage of paradies...
Th dog in the kennel is their friend
and in the living room
they listen politely the parrot' lies .
Crazy people have education !
In the evening they wisely return
to the home of lost souls
to fall asleep in their little white beds.
Mommy won't stop by
to give them a kiss .
She promised to phone
from London once arrived ...
Alas ! crazy people don't have a name
on life's agenda ...
Or maybe mom ran out of credit ?
Madmen and women are nice people
who sometime have the mystery
of Charles Manson
in the broken mirror reflections
of their eyes ...
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Author:
lorenz (Pseudonym) (
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Comments3
Strong images. There is tragedy, irony, and the hidden truth about a world where madness is closer to the truth than so-called normality.
We all have a lodging ticket for the home !
Those who danced were thought to be insane by those who could not hear the music.
A sentence to ponder !
Ah such a parody of mankind. A lovely write of how people are all fools and in their wisdom laugh at others and nature itself. A wonderful write of the foibles of man.
20 years of service to the home of lost souls !
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