by Donald Justice




Counting the Mad

 

This one was put in a jacket,
This one was sent home,
This one was given bread and meat
But would eat none, 
And this one cried No No No No 
All day long.

This one looked at the window
As though it were a wall,
This one saw things that were not there,
This one things that were,
And this one cried No No No No
All day long

This one thought himself a bird,
This one a dog,
And this one thought himself a man,
An ordinary man,
And cried and cried No No No No
All day long.

 

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Written on 2013-05-11 at 02:09

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ken d williams The PoetBay support member heart!
They say , theres more in than out , me thinks those with in , are the rely sane , as the mad , run the world , truly
I'd prefer to be among those with in , at least they understand me , and care a dame about me as I care fore them
Ken ( D Williams )
2013-05-18


Rob Graber
Nice pick, Team! Not likely to miss with Justice!
2013-05-13


Commentally Ill
*counts the mad on fingers* 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10

ten. ten mad poets counting madly.

likely there are more, but i'm too lazy to take off my socks.
2013-05-13



I like! :)
2013-05-12



An interesting choice, Team; I thank you for bringing to my attention the work of Mr Justice.
These final lines are particularly compelling. I confess, when I am a tad melancholy, I like to think myself a metabear, cf. my feathery friend's Exhibition, 'Introductory'. I believe many might benefit from musing likewise.
Applaudeth.
2013-05-11