Handling the insanity,
our measure in humanity.
Long about now I'm up a tree,
so I move to set myself free.
I move to the right,
no peace in sight.
I move to the left angle,
still there's a tangle.
I try to go over the top,
it's a flop.
My last move under,
same old thunder.

I can't run,
there's nowhere to hide,
so I settle in for the ride.
The ride is bumpy,
my mind feels lumpy.
There's nothing nice,
I feel frozen like ice.

Zapping isn't an option of brain,
I grab my umbrella for the rain.
In my measure of humanity,
I hold on to my vanity.
Grab my greatest tool,
simply be kind and cool.

No use stacking the deck!

What the heck?

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