A Mixed Nut Job. Poem by Michael Gale
A Mixed Nut Job.
Mixed nuts are why we are sometimes catagorized as crazy...
Constantly lazy.
We move about our life like a big spill of oil in water...
We appear as like bubbles boiling up in a pan of water, so much hotter.
Bubble and gurgle the sounds we make...
One whole pot of a tossled mistake.
How can we go on in life if we are constantly run about? ....
Our temper pushed beyond a limited shouting spout?
Be calm and silent still...
Regain control of my firm felt will.
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4/24/2024 11:52:00 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Yes, each of us are crazy in our own way, some of us are crazy like foxes, others just full of wonderful quirks, but that is what make us all so wonderful and different. We all have abstract mines, making them work for us is the trick. nice read T