Roses, Reality And The Scale Of Madness - Poem by Andy Brookes
'I hate your Muse.' she said
'Well she can be a bit you know.' I reply
'Watch it.' the Muse growls
'Why do talk in the third person.' the girl asks
'Sorry I think its the second person.'
'That's besides the point she's not real.'
'Of course she's real.'
'Am too.' the Muse shouts
'No she's in your head.'
'So that makes her somehow less real.' I say
'Yes er of course.' the girl's unsure
'Now what is reality.' I ask
'Give it to her both barrels.' the Muse screeches
The Muse can be vindictive so I ignore her
'Your reality is maybe not my reality.'
your rose might look different from mine
So the Muse is real.' I say
'You're crazy.' she says
'This I don't dispute but what is crazy?
On the scale of normal to abnormal we all fit in somewhere.
To be normal is a non definition because your normal may not be mine or Joe Blog's.'
'Now you're just splitting hairs.' she rebukes me
'Ooooh.' says the Muse 'I've got just thing for split ends,
though where you'd get camel dropping from I'm not sure.'
'Shut up.' I say 'Unless you have something positive to add.'
'You don't appreciate me.' the Muse cries.
'I think.' the girl snaps 'That you are intelligent enough but I can't deal with your madness.'
'Welcome to my world.' says the Muse.
The outcome leaves all three of us feeling out of sorts.
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