A few more screws loose, some buttons missing
forgetful more often than not
Some days better, most days worse
just part of the prep for casket and hearse
My fight with the pencil sharpener was unceremonious and desperate
And afterwards my hands smelt like metal
Torn skin stuck to my sheets
And my pyjamas burned through
I couldn’t get the plasters off the next morning
And my soul heaved with shame
I told you it was a one time thing but by the time I told you that I’d already done it twice
And I planned on it happening again
Listening to you
oh what a to-do
it looks like
you've come unglued
or going bananas
your psyche's addled the mind muddled
brain's fogged boggled or befuddled
is something missing
a marble or two
perhaps a loose screw
maybe more than a few
and making a run
or bolt for it
will never do
it's not too late
to join the inmates
for as well you know
you will still be there
wherever you go
You tell me that you've got the blues -
you must buy two two-inch screws?
Soon, you will find satisfaction.
In a jiff, you'll be back in action,
frequenting beachside hardware stores,
bolting silver knobs on doors.
Ninety-four cents is not much money.
It's good to do when days are sunny.
Thumb screws its way walking a straight line down the middle of the road hitching a ride on a new page no road kill here life’s a breeze surfing open minds along the torturous wake with all the sweet things
Candide Diderot. ‘24
Shuggie Otis
Trump Lost His Loose Screws
We were watching latest current news;
Showed Trump loosing his lose screws,
And breath taking;
A loser in making;
Another candidate you should choose.
Jim Horn
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