Unhinged
A man jumped on the subway tracks,
Delaying every train.
He paced and shouted; people asked him
What he hoped to gain.
He ranted incoherently
Yet strangers offered aid,
Despite the fact that they’d be late
For plans they might have made.
As minutes passed, nobody
Could convince him he should stop,
But he climbed up at last
Where he was handcuffed by a cop.
Reporters called the man “unhinged,”
As good a word as any,
For lately, that description
Might apply to far too many.
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