The Gods Must Be Crazy

My insanity is not nearly as profitableAs being eccentric. It’s more the kind of crazyThat gives people pause,Have them back away, slowly,As if confronted by a growling tiger. My insanity is like railroad spikesHammered through all five stagesOf my consciousness, attachingMe to bed. If the amount of effortIt takes for me to rise and shower,Or … Continue reading The Gods Must Be Crazy