Line up weirdos in my mind -
every freak and Frankensteind -
you, duck-billed platypeau,
my aquatic portmanteau,
each hominid and hippogrift
in the East African Valley Rift,
bugged-eyed beasts, all wall-mounted -
oddballs in my head, be counted.
You may say I'm crazy
but as it takes one to know one
do you have what I've got
if I am are you too
and am I nuts to think I'm not
the shrink he's not telling
despite all my yelling
he only asks how it makes me feel
it's quite a strain on the brain
is he really and truly for real
then again if I'm insane
as the earth is bipolar
it's no wonder
there are so many weirdos and whackos
in a world torn asunder
at least I'm not alone
I think you'll find
it can't be overstated it's overrated
sanity
it's all in the mind
What is her name? Asked Mad Hatter of the Palace.
I think it’s Dorothy. “No, it isn’t, it’s Alice.”
Her frock is quite fetching in that lovely sky blue.
She stands up straight and her pearly teeth are nice too.
Why does she stop and look under bushes and such?
The white rabbit is leading her, right to his hutch.
He is diabolical and magical and has a weird way.
Well, then, we have to try and save her said the timeclock that day.
So, the weirdos and fellows and elves and pedal pusher league
Chased after Alice with the Chesire Cat in the lead.
Alice ignored them, having her own keen mind.
Grateful though, she thanked them for being kind.
Suitors lined up, hoping to court me
Promising plethoras of pleasure
Tantalizing, teasing hints of treasure
To move my reticent, reluctant lips to say ‘Oui’
To obsequious bow to my innumerable charms,
While in a mirror of pomp, I primp and pose
When spot a man – mustachioed, mysterious – undisposed
To flatter my golden hair, narrow waist or delicate arms
An unlikely king or composer of Psalms
Ill-at-ease with strongmen and heroes
Counselor to hobos, weirdos and zeroes
And I, drawn to his visage with increasing alarm
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The Wizard of Oz leaves me chilled
(take those weirdos, the Lollipop Guild),
but West Witch's flunkies,
those strange flying monkeys,
leave my poor lion's heart terror filled.
Men, especially male men are macho,
weirdos always less concerned and
thoughtful then women are. Take a look.
happens and rolls downhill.
So what! Who cares! Could care less!
What the hell. Not my fault. Had nothing
to do with it. There is nothing I can
do about it. Have been same all
of their lives and will never change.
Shortcomings exceed their attributes.
Dangling chads. Key pinch cards.
Full time job trying to be kind,
courteous thoughtful and sincere.
Chop off problem and throw away
like extremities in Civil War. Pile
becomes higher and higher.
Go to church, listen to what God has
to say and then go home and apply it.
That is the Trinity I know in my mind.
Migration is a problem that exists.
It has already happened so what
are you going to do about not condemning,
criticizing and complaining about it.
No action. No reaction or results.
Do nothing and nothing will happen.
You can listen but do not have to
do anything about it. Your choice.
God set standards for you to follow.
Never follow and suffer consequences.
Who cares what you think about problem.
What are you going to do to solve it.
Just give us a break
As i sit on my own, im left to think,
Writing down my thoughts in pen and ink,
One thousand different things running through my mind,
A life without worries, is hard to find,
I question and doubt myself, day after day,
Overthinking and analysing in every possible way,
Some days are good, but then some can be tough,
Mental health isn't talked about and understood enough,
Left to feel like weirdos, we think we're loosing the plot,
Wondering how, why, where,
Who, when and what,
Putting on a brave face and a smile that's fake,
Wishing our minds would just give us a break.
The mother could not stop screaming after her daughter was snatched.
Her son ran to their spaceship and locked himself inside the hatch.
Father ran after daughter, and skull creature took them both into the skies.
Frightening Halloween night; as ghoulish weirdos sharpen up their knives.
Lying down on a bed.
Is horrifying.
Thoughts, become dreams, but I’m awake! I’m awake! It’s not a dream! It’s not a dream!
I’m sobbing, and you can cry in a dream, but sobbing is not possible.
The tears, I can feel them vaporizing…
But really, it’s just my claws on my face.
So I’m focusing on my face right? But now my legs are being neglected.
My legs need my thoughts…
Or else they are feeling strangled.
It’s just blankets-
Get these blankets off!
It’s the only way I’ll sleep- no blankets.
Stepping outside,
Away from my bed, beds are like prisons.
On my porch, it’s night and there’s no one.
Just a comforting porch light.
I start to unfurl,
Onto the pavement.
Which is harsh, but comfortable.
All I have to do is set an alarm in my head.
So I can wake up before they come for me…
The weirdos who jog early in the morning.
And that’s how we get to sleep.
lovebugs has taken on a new meaning
now that I live in Jacksonville, Florida
where honeymoon flies congregate
in hundreds or should I say millions?
flying in tandem, like two-headed weirdos
smashing against car windshields at tremendous speeds
kamikaze pilots, which would be okay
if their acidic dead bodies did not take paint and chrome off our cars
little buck would have been more formidable without the head gear
where do you suppose he found that? the guests asked each other
he’s a lodge favorite, the proprietor replied. We have a relationship
to show them, he walked up to the mammoth beast and added tinsel
add a silver bell! Someone yelled. And candy canes! Screeched another.
How much longer are we going to invite these weirdos? Asked little buck.
oddball in the sky
all the weirdos on standby ~
full moon climbing high
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Multiple universe is yet a theory
For some people "stranger things "might sound eerie
Monsters might be myths
But aliens cover 90% of solar system's width
All these are mysteries of science
And let's trust it and be reliant
Mermaids cannot be excluded
' cause they have stayed in deep waters
Usually at the Greek borders
I believe in the gist of unusual things
Because I have seen a girl at night with bright white wings !
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now the shadow pillars
are tearing down the sunday
ideas that didn't become facts
return in blocks to the brain
just like the facts
that should have remained just ideas
if I knew they were just stains
I think that's enough today
bad things have already happened
the weirdos too
the neighbor's baby looks like a gnome
you also count the fingers of newborns?
I burn my tongue with coffee
I kick the foot of the bed
I forget the wife's birthday
shall we erase this day?
shouldn't have even started.
this disastrous Sunday
I like stripes and she like polka dots. We cannot be friends.
I love purple, he loves blue. We have nothing in common.
He has straight hair. I have curly hair. We are too different.
Why would I want to be friends with these weirdos?
I love chocolate swirls. She likes lemon inside chocolate donuts.
To me this is too abnormal, and I am an anomaly to her.
We have tried to find common ground. There isn’t any.
I have two parents. She only has one. She is strange.
I cannot believe I cannot find one single friend in this town.
No, not that one. She wears boots, and I wear shoes.
No. Not him. I don’t like freckles. He has lots of them.
I am trying, I really am.
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