Crazy Thoughts
I have a long list
A list that should lead to a wedding feast
I’ve search in lands so arid
In a bid to get married
I’ve met so many
So vain and so dandy
They all thought they were charming
With funny names such as
Hotas
Vochas
Jokas
And Jackass
What an interesting journey so far!
I sometimes end up in a spa
Just to talk to the little people in my head
Oh please don’t judge me!
I’ve really really tried
I’ve even sort a Psychologist
Or was he a Psychiatrist?
He had a silly fee
A costly little quack!
He listened to my words
He said I was crazy
And with a tiny little voice
He said he’ll put me on a pill
Oh please!
Who cares!
For I was still on a mission
Unfulfilled was my vision
And my goal was yet unachieved
Beautiful and prime
And in my fourth decade
Young at heart
They said I had little time…
Just the other day
A strand of grey hair I found
Or maybe it was simply hay
Crazy crazy thoughts
My psychiatrist must be right
I think I’m going nuts
What? Nuts?
Not!
I really do not care
For this earth I shall walk
Until I find my mate
By Sylvia Chika
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© SylviaChika 2015
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