Friends Instead

Being alone is like being on the phone,

Talking to nobody. Being unique is

Not a pleasant experience, no, not

Indeed. I don’t care to chat with myself

About my shortcomings, nor endure the

Thought, that I am so different from the

Rest. I have visions and delusions, but

Not hallucinations–Every man has his

Limits. So Baker Act me, or take me to

Prison, if thinking perversely is a crime.

I cast my lot with the heathens and the

Saints, just the same. It makes no

Difference, in my book of ways. That’s

Just how I am. I don’t favor him or her,

This or that. I stay the course, even if it

Takes me ten times as long, with zigs,

Zags and drops in between. My

Conscience crucifies me sometimes, I’ll

Admit. Let’s be friends instead.

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Ferris Wheels

I was wondering if Ferris wheels are fun

To operate. I bet you get tired of looking

Up at the bottom of everybody’s shoes.

Why?