Like a gang of rats charging around the house!
No real closure…
Just blasts of heat & light…
A kind of idiocy…
Adding up to Nothing much.
Numbness sets in
And weird people show up
And want to interview you
And your crazy cousins & enemies.
Nobody guarantees anything proper
To be published.
I haven’t any desire
To muddle onward with these CLOWNS!
Chaos RULES like Clowns without Big Shoes….
What could be more insane?