Thursday, May 16, 2013

The Mad Man

No one can be happier than a mad man.
For a mad man is free,
He knows no boundary.
He eats at will,
He pays no bill.
With none to question his deed,
He has no family to feed.
He does not comb his hair.
He sees no despair.
His beard is the home for flies.
He is unperturbed by the everyday lies.
He smiles freely
He laughs merrily
Yet he's met with frightened eyes.
His friendly gestures seem not so nice.
Untrained by Diplomacy
He questions Hypocrisy-
Who cares if he's alive or dead,
He's a mad man...there's nothing to be said.

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