... of gray matter; fruttering, diseased, gray matter, wrinkled and oblivious
Oh how important it all is to those who love to wear pretty Evening clothes
Stand in circles, laugh verbosely, wrinkle up and lift up their pale noses
Sanity, insanity, intelligence, slow-witted foolishness is all much the same
To the mad, to the bad, to the sane, to the silly, there is nothing in the name
Only to the mid-ground morons with their degrees and certificates unreal
That claim use of gray matter, that claim spice of life, but never ever deliver
I the mad genius shall cavort, covert, convert with the retards, retreads, nuts
Oh, we shall never own that BMW, or stand in your cocktail party huddlings
How shall we live without the luxury of sameness, oneness, dullness of mind?
While we dance, laugh, and speak without endless correcting and corrections?
Your minds twist and turn, trying to break free of your beige walled existence
Our minds twist and turn in simple, breath taking, breath giving love of life itself
Twists and turns ....
I hate yuppies, eggheads, and people like Frazier. Though, strangely enough, I like ‘Frazier’.
Riyllan, 2 months ago
Very fine wordcrafting
Arletta in reply to Riyllan’s comment, 2 months ago
Thank you. That’s very kind of you to say.
Riyllan, 2 months ago
My pleasure :-)