Bao Bao Poem by King Happy

My mind is like a zoo
in Australia.
Where every thought is venomous,
poisonous,
or has pointy things
trying to kill me.

But a functioning psycho
rarely goes through with their ideas.
they just analyze and imagine
the unthinkable.

Occasionally,
like Steve Irwin,
I manage to wrestle an idea
to the dusty desert ground
And shape it to my will.


So I put it in a cage
and tag it with a title.
give it a cute name like Bao Bao
and present it to all who care enough to visit.


But..
Caged animals,
are not
happy animals.

Lock your doors,
Bao Bao is coming.