If the world is messed up
why cant I?
Pretending to follow the crowd
yet lie;
Normal life is in the air
a pie
how hard to think ones just
another guy.
The plain old normality has
big requisites
Whose logic peeves even
the mystics;
Ones life's simplicity is as
he elicits
a grand performance to which
society critics
I pretend to be dumb, blind
and gay,
For things are best in their way
they say
And i keep dirtying what was cleaned
yesterday
Just to wonder tomorrow" whose mess is it
anyway?"
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