Open Secret
It was crazy.
They weren't.
They just like the whole craziness.
I guess I did, too.
It was the type of crazy,
they teach you not to talk about.
The type of crazy,
you supposedly didn't know about.
The type of crazy,
that makes you clueless as a newborn ones you hear it.
The type of crazy,
as soon as you see someone write about,
you become more informed than him.
The type of crazy,
you get the applause,
while the author gets the hissing.
They were dismayed by his actions and writings,
happy and overwhelmed with your knowledge.
The type of crazy,
that we all know,
but don't show.
Better to be quiet, play dumb in disguise,
than to be loud, smart and horrify.
I find the whole thing humorous,
wouldn't you?
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