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ckim mbasa


(Song Of A Madman) My Time Mad.


It was happiness all over,
I saw stars look like balls,
Balls looked like oranges,
But could not see how oranges looked like!

I saw women look like paw paws,
Paw paws looked like breasts,
Breasts looked like cocoa,
But could not see how cocoa looked like.

I used to eat what I saw, but now I starve,
I talked naked truth, but now I’m a liar,
I flew distances and miles, but now I’m caged,
I swarm in air, but now I shudder walk.

I had a strong ambition to build a castle,
In which I laid the foundation in a day,
Only to find myself assigned other assignments.

Here I come to an end, for my time mad,
Happy I was at a time, but now I see,
Mad I was, but my life still continued,
That’s all I can remember for my time mad.

Submitted: Thursday, August 01, 2013
Edited: Friday, August 02, 2013

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