Mocking A Mad Man

See a man,
Dancing in the streets,
Never in a crowd,
Noticeably talking to himself.
The children and immature laugh,
And point teasing the unstable,
He talks in a rant,
Complete nonsense,
No one seems to comprehend.
Just fathom yourself in that mind,
In his shoes the crazy unknowing,
Nothing to loose,
When life warped him so unkind.
He begs for money,
Standing in mid traffic with a cardboard sign,
As charitable some still insulting I don't find it funny,
When lunacy sits down,
Together we dine.

" Crazy people don't always know they are seperating them
from society uuncivilized but maybe they know something saner people such as me don't."
We have all seen that mad man,
Somewhere not always placed,
Until looked upon in the mirror,
Raving laughter flows from his face.