Tuesday, September 8, 2015

In the Land of Crazy

Blue tiles all o'er the floor.
Ideas, they're twirling.
The talk that I abhor.
Storm inside, it's surging,
But for his blood, I thirst,
O this is all the first.

Only a stopover.
Yeah, that was what it was,
For humans need cover
Just like a flirty lass
Teasing and then hiding.
Showing, never giving.

This place is just crazy.
They're not very lazy,
But sanity's hazy.

I want my own life's worth.
Work and give me logic.
Leave dreams, be back to earth,
For of evil they reek
And my dear poetry
Reflect their trickery.
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