Ramblings of a Paranoid Schizo

The beckoning sun calls out today To come out and play and be happy With things that sting like fire Scorpions, cinders, and barbed wire I knew such a fence once in the wild Good memories of being a child With scraped knees from bike falls Riding around the city answering calls I miss hearing a phone ringing in my ear I have had many a friend those years Before they knew what they couldn't say They hated talking to me on any day Tomorrow is Sunday the day of food I don't eat much due to my moods I watch and snivel at all who come They are spies who wonder if I'm dumb My intelligence isn't questionable at all Crosswords sit before me and words fall The letters glare at me and laugh back Knowing these things isn't anything I lack