A Village Idiot Poem by Ari Alsio

A Village Idiot



The village of crazy has its own place in the world,
the same wall crazy in,
They employ social services.
Without mad we were screwed,
crazy eating more,
to earn
and therefore the food is sold.
Crazy also believe policies,
so the Prime Minister can sleep,
nights in peace.

Sunday, September 27, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: life
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
M Asim Nehal 27 September 2015

Very well said, I liked it......10

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Ari Alsio 27 September 2015

Thank you very much M.A.N.

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