Makes no sense,

Speaking today of tomorrows hence,

Of insanity I have crossed the fence,

I only speak here in my own defense…

A tomorrow can never be past,

While today still does exist,

Though to live in a rubber room,

Cleaning out my sanity with a scrubber broom…

Am I really here in this reality,

Feigning stupidity & abnormality,

I speak on this earths level as a formality,

Please between you and I keep herein my confidentiality…

Tomorrow has yet to have occurred,

I have a brother in Chicago that is a nerd,

He sits in a baby pool in the nude, talking to a bird,

I cannot tell my doctors this, as they will think me quite absurd…

© ed ~ 9/16/06