Crooked Crooks, Babbling Brook

In this crooked chair i sit at this crooked table at this crooked desk and write my crooked thoughts looking out the crooked window out onto the crooked crooked street thinking about how crooked the world is when suddleny is top and realise the crooked people arent crooks everything is crooked crooked jails crooked hospitlas crooked business men lawyers and politiicians crooked churches crooked steeples crooked believers crooked people it was perfect perfect and crooked crookedly perfect perfect people perfect houses perfect airplanes and perfect yachts perfect make me sick keeping up with the joneses perfect white teeth perfect bodies perfect hair perfect health thwey werent crooked? were they? croooked like me? crooked like them crooked in a world full of rooked people and the crookedest thing to do was to stand straight and make a show of it!! whose going to replace all of this crooked ness and turn this beautiful now?