Professor Lunacy Poem by Quame Boatmann
Professor Lunacy
When he howled
In the presence of the silence
Observing by us all
Taking to himself
A juncture of our vigilance
I thought he was happy,
though weird
I placed my tele-eyes on him
As he’s daily present for knowledge
For so it seemed
The gray hairs said it’s normal
Until its anomalous normality
Finally! What a pity!
Lunacy coins from a scratch
Sunday, October 11, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: crazy
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