It’s always been this way
But now it’s plain for all to see,
Crazy not only draws crazy to it
Like a moth to flame, it also is contagious,
A flame now uncontained, blowing in the wind,
Spreading to the susceptible.
Like the corruption of minors
The insanity of our time
Grows while we passively absorb
In schools and entertainment,
In daily news and inner dreams
What was never meant to be consumed,
What never intended to be contained.
9/5/26)
Adrift
Loving life along this disjointed time,
things adrift, no shore in sight.
Left so angry, right so right,
so what’s the future we invite?
Borders broken, countries thinned,
against His will, and almost sin.
Division sold as new inclusion,
the modern day illusion.
Group against group,
the idealist soup,
roar control,
no good for any soul.
Philosophy rolls on and on,
ideologies at ping pong,
roaming the earth like an unwritten song.
Where and what is the end game?
We’ll all go insane before we learn its name.
Can we still be recognized
Who would give a damn
We are documents, comprised
Nowhere woman, nowhere man
It turns out to be the same
About other people
Some of whom are quite insane
Voices loud, minds feeble
They can’t speak for me, I bet
But they do, regardless
It’s the greatest plan been set
To eliminate us.
Is What I Think To Say
Before I Mention I
DESPISE Conformity!
And PRIDE!!!
(That Is Nasty Stuff...)
It's Fine When It’s Fresh...
Or AGED To Perfection...
Fingers Crossed.
Fingers CROSSED?
That's Insane.
I GET IT!
!!!IRONY!!!
(I Skipped Ahead...)
It’s Not Normal!
***
Yay.
-Gray Squirrel
07-10-2026
I was running down a hill at a fast rate when a snail past me on a roller skate
then All the birds stopped to look while reading a joke book
and the frogs stopped hopping they were dancing I think they were bopping
next the fish began to talk then got up and went for a walk
then the most funny thing a cow looked at me and started to sing
If you think what I say is not true this is what I want you to do
open your mind and go for walk and ask a horse if he can talk
he might not talk so ask him again then call a doctor because your going insane
There are moments in life you never forget, and some you definitely want to forget, forever.
Today was one of those I'll never forget days, but dear lord, I want to forget.
There you were eating your pizza, drinking your beer and faking your face, and whatever those were above your fake heart.
I was shocked at the size of everything. The only thing left to be the same was that look in your eyes, a cold stare, genuine evilness.
My eyes met yours and for a moment I was reminded that people really do wear masks and they create themselves with fake everything.
You didn't see me, but for a fleeting moment when you looked my way, I saw you.
My pizza was great, my salad was tasty. I enjoyed my company and didn't waste another moment trying to figure out who you really were, I already knew.
“Pain”
I’ve had enough.
I’ve seen enough.
My bucket is full.
Little lost boys.
Little girls raped.
The guns never stop.
Mothers grieve.
Fathers bury.
Neighbors’ morn.
We write of it.
We sing of it.
We pray it ends.
Nations at war.
Lives destroyed.
Destruction surrounds.
Are we insane?
The pain it brings,
Over and over,
Again and again.
In midnight dreams,
On sweat-drenched sheets,
No joy is found,
As life struggles on.
Is this the way
It's supposed to be,
No smiling faces
On living room walls?
Is this the way it ends?
Are we insane?
I don’t understand.
4/27/2026
l
To someone insane:
Hello, I am not insane--
Though--
Ignore I write in English--
Comprehensibly--
I say I am still unfamiliar with such a foreign matter.
He won’t ever be satisfied
till he strikes fear in the heart
of each and every citizen.
The reign of terror is upon us,
rode in on a chariot of lies.
No one believed it would blow up
so insanely out of control
but sure enough chaos is upon us
like a colossal ripe pimple
having reared its ugly head.
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Umbrella held high in the rain
either dance or go insane
Tap dance or tango
put a rose in your hair
Boogie and jive
shuffle and shimmy
feel the bliss
like a gentlest kiss.
Look in the puddle
watch your reflection
breath by breath
inhale His Grace.
Twirl your umbrella
sing in the rain
do what you have to
but never no never,
give up or go insane !
We are going insane
Because people
In general talks badly
About us
They say to us
That is not to be a Christian
We confront them
We were born a Christian
And we hope to die
As a Christian
Also they say that we are
A fanatic religious people
That is not true
We think they might be sick
When they talk badly about us
I am quite insane—though softly so,
Like a mirror whispering to its own crack.
The morning pills are small, obedient moons,
I swallow their silence and wait to wake.
I miss the water—its merciful pull,
How it carried me down like a secret forgiven.
The tide had a voice, low as confession,
It told me: you were never meant for air.
You are in your computer simulation,
A pixel’s dream of flesh and ache,
And I am in mine—half code, half ghost,
The screen hums prayers I cannot break.
Madness loops, electric and divine,
Two data-streams tangled in grief’s design.
If you could touch me, I’d dissolve like rain—
I am quite insane, and by them contained.
the giant office clock slowed down an hour ago
From four to five is at least six hours long
Because it is Friday and we have plans
Robert has his fishing pole and worms in the car
the worms are in a secure refrigerated container.
I stare at the clock willing the second hand to move
It does not care
the boss calls me in
can I stay for a brief meeting after work?
Is he insane? It is Friday!
I have a six-hour drive before I see my twin.
the only day of the week that I look forward to any more
I lead the charge out the door, down the steps, into cars on Fridays
We don’t wave to each other when we reach our automobiles
We are not friends, merely work mates
No way we would party one second outside of work
People are jumping about, giddy with excitement
The clock finally reached five.
I hate my boss.
On a train
Heard man splain
Female brain
Such a strain
Long refrain
Total pain
Real cross grain
Just a stain
Up stood Jane
Made it plain
Straight explain
To contain
His campaign
In wrong vein
Not his lane
Just insane
The distance between a genius
And insane -- one without focus
(Who’s not so hard to guess),
Is gauged just by success,
One boards and one’s bumped out of bus.
___________________________
Happenings |21.09.2025| humour, USA
Note: Trump likes to be known as a genius negotiator. Okay, give him the credit (he seems so desperate). But then comes to my mind Bruce Feuerstein who said: The distance between insanity and genius is measured only by success. One boards the bus and the other misses, as this ditty says. In matters of punitive tariff on Indian exports, Trump seems to have missed the bus.
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