Madness Poem by Anna Garland

I realized what's wrong with me these days
I have been spending too much time in the city
And it's too many barbecues too many espressos with special beans from never before heard of countries
too many I'm fine how are you I'm good
too much I am working on this creative project organizing conferences for innovative use of social media for corporate branding
I swear if I have to talk to one more overstyled beardwearing thirtysomething hipster…
And my cats have flees
they're jumping up and down attacking themselves it is madness and it is a Sunday so nothing I can do