Cropped From A Harvest Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

I have come to admire,
Those labelled as insane.
At least they are not the ones considered 'normal'.
And one day they've lost their mind and brains.
Like those who commit horrific and horrendous crimes.
The kind known and respected,
To represent those accepted as being just fine.
Before their backgrounds are studied in prime time.

Those who seem to have been called crazed...
Have also been pioneers in their 'day'.
And they are the ones who have paved the way...
To allow the laziness of madness,
To become so commonly displayed....
Today.
Without one hint of this being connected to the status quo.
Or the reason for its accepted hidden sickness,
Growing as if cropped from a harvest to be solicited.