Musings Of A Mad Man Poem by muideen olawale jimoh

Why do they stare

At me in my rich attire

Since don’t care

About how it is acquired





They whisper when I pass

And make their kids throw stones at me

I live amongst the brush and the grasses

But they still don’t let me be



What I eat is what they don’t need

Unripe bananas, dried crumbs of bread

Dirty vegetables and unfermented seeds

My world is a big mass of red



They think I’m mad

But I’m happier than they are

Cos I’m never sad

For only I can talk to the stars.