Crazy Begets Crazy
It’s always been this way
But now it’s plain for all to see,
Crazy not only draws crazy to it
Like a moth to flame, it also is contagious,
A flame now uncontained, blowing in the wind,
Spreading to the susceptible.
Like the corruption of minors
The insanity of our time
Grows while we passively absorb
In schools and entertainment,
In daily news and inner dreams
What was never meant to be consumed,
What never intended to be contained.
9/5/26)
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