Crazy World Poem by Moth Harris

Crazy World



Crazy with this feeling,
Aces are what I'm dealing,
to happy faces that are healing.
With my fist in the air!

I don't have time for these card games,
Everyone's a winner, we're just deluding the facts
The world is going up in flames,
It's time to just sit down, sit back and relax.

Crazy with this thought.
Aces are the only thing I've got.
I figured it was worth a shot.
I'm kicking down the door!

I don't have time to waste or wait,
my life is on the line
This world has too much hate,
but I'm doing just fine.

Crazy with these last words.
A sound set flying all the birds.
A beautiful sound I heard.
A punk rock album on repeat!

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