When I Was Crazy
When I was crazy,
Everyone was bubbles.
And they never popped.
And they never shrunk to nothingness.
Everything was about to repair itself naturally.
When I was crazy,
I would gather up my family and friends.
I would talk and forget, talk and forget.
Then explain with a jolt.
My words would bubble and burble like from a fish’s mouth.
When I was crazy…
Everyone loved me.
When I was crazy.
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