Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

It's not all bad being mad.
People cut you a generous berth,
let you move to the head of the line,
even open doors for you.
Hell, even that witch at the DMV
was nice to me the other day
not knowing if I was armed.
Folks seem to know the difference
between cantankerous
and Nuts.
Maybe it's my quirky body English,
the unbalanced waver in the tone
of my voice, my hostile demands,
my uncombed, uncut hair,
only half of my shirt tucked in.
Maybe it's my high-water red corduroys,
my ankle bearing white socks,
the extra set of eyebrows I draw
on my forehead, or my Sharpie
blackened teeth.
Who cares if the attention
is positive or negative, the point
is the squeaky hinge gets greased
and I don't have the energy to explain
nor justify what it is I want.
No, I just scare the shit out of people
'til they give it to me, even muggers
eschew lunatics, and I consider myself
a professional, like an athlete
I've paid my dues, those endless hours
practicing my wide-eyed stare
in the mirror are paying dividends.
Being crazy takes discipline,
and hard work.

should I be concerned that it comes so easy to me...lol

this is closer to the saw I know and love, unabashed but... I want you even more unbridled...kick more ass!

thanks for the morning wake-up

steve-a-nator.....get riled mi amigo.....keep them denizens at bay...

Ahhh, my friend I have lived your poem. How bizarre I must seem to some. Yet they seem equally so to me. When I read this poem of yours, I said Ah ha! You spoke for those like me who walk the world as foreigners.

John

I saw, you saw, we all saw this seesaw.
I just dig the hell outta this.
Thank you!
H

thanks scott...maybe you should worry...ha

thanx why'r man......see you in lauraville pardner

thanx too.....goldenmyst.....pleased that this poem spoke to you

thanx hester...always a pleasure.....