Poem -

YOU CALL ME CRAZY

YOU CALL ME CRAZY

I've been called worse as usual...

Being called Crazy can make me laugh...

Especially, when you say it with a smile...

I'm familiar with Stir Crazy...

I've been on Ozzy's Crazy Train in my mind...

There's Crazy like them...

There's Crazy like me...

From them people run...

​​​​​​Some people enjoy spending time with me... 

Wants to again and again...

When I stay away too long...

They get upset and say things that if I was sitting...

I would definitely feel like I'm in the middle...

Clowns to the Right of me Jokers to the Left...

Here I am Stuck in the Middle with you...

I didn't think I was away long enough...

What would you like me to do?

Come Visit a Couple of times a Week...

Woah...

Are you Crazy?

What Crazy are you?

 

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Rory McGinlay

Crazy is the best kind of human. It's honest. 

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sparrowsong

Hello Rory...

The Truth gives a lot of the look I like...

The Shocked Look...

I must say...

It is 1 of my favorites...

Thank you for your kind comment and support...

sparrowsong

 

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