Things Getting Mental
A piece of paper
Blowing down the street
Negotiators
Trading their deceits
I can’t be bothered
If things are getting mental
Go get some other
Who is more instrumental
Out on the terrace
I’m sitting with my juice
Some look embarrassed
Some hanging on the loose
Some say tomaito
I say tomato
Wind blows a paper
A page in quarto..
It flies away
Nobody turns a head
We live to pay
Agreeing or dissent
I have no clue
Why things are getting mental
My point of view
Is fairly incidental..
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