Here is a little poem I wrote, way back in the 70s…
Just a little nugget from the drawers of mystery…
It requires no explanation, and I didn’t bother to put in any pictures…
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…Who’s Crazy?…
Well the sun was shining clear and bright,
In the middle of the cold, dark night,
As a song bird whistled loud and clear,
A song that none of us could hear…
“I see,” said the blind, old codger,
Talking to his deaf brother Roger,
I hate him so ’cause he’s my best friend,
This could be the start of a very good end…
Everything I say must be true,
‘Cause I only lie when I’m talking to you,
You say it’s clear why you’re confused,
By a brand-new antique that’s never been used…
Well the lady bought a whale that wasn’t for sale,
But the whale couldn’t swim ’cause it couldn’t tell a tale,
She gave it to you, but you stole it from yourself,
And mailed it to him, I have it sitting on my shelf…
I escaped from the jail that I was shown,
And mailed myself to me, so I wouldn’t be alone,
I never had no visitors, it was always too crowded,
“Am I talking too softly?” the old lady shouted…
No, it sounds just fine if I refuse to listen,
I don’t know where I am, so I must be missin’,
She said she loved him at our marriage ceremony,
As a wedding gift, we got the original phony…
Now that you’ve heard my happy tale of woe,
You can stick around, as long as you go,
Well that made sense or it would have made a dollar,
I got laryngitis, so I gave my Doc. a holler…
If it’s worth a lot of money, just give it away,
Tomorrow ain’t yesterday until it’s today,
Everybody knows that a genius is a fool,
If he swims in a cup and drinks a swimming pool…
But they also know that a fool is smart,
If he used a sledgehammer to break his lover’s heart,
My boss gave me a job being unemployed,
I ain’t gonna worry, just ’cause I’m paranoid…
It’s a fine old job, and the pay is just great,
And they don’t get mad if I come in late,
Now I’m living on my own with my mom and dad,
And the feeling that I have is that I’ve been had…
But being had ain’t a bad thing to be,
When you live in a cave in the top of a tree,
“Who says I’m crazy?” screamed the lunatic,
“I never felt better, except when I was sick.”
So they locked me up and threw away the key,
Then they let me go, so I could come and visit me,
But I sent me away ’cause I didn’t like my looks,
And I watched the television while I read a couple books…
Then I talked to me, and me talked to I,
And I believed what I said when I told us a lie,
I mean, after all, I have such an honest face,
Is the Earth in inner or outer space?…
Who says I’m crazy, who says I flipped my wig?
It’s hard to be a midget when you’re this damn big,
Who says I’m crazy, who says I’m flipping out?
“I don’t need to yell,” I whispered in a shout…
I know I’m not crazy, I’m as sane as all the rest,
Oh, he’s good, all right, he’s the worst of all the best,
And I’d just like to say, to end my little rhyme,
I absolutely, positively, definitely think that I’m…
… Not Crazy!!!…
…………………Arthur Browne………………..
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I am in a conundrum because I love this and want to tell you love it and all that good stuff but I have been complimenting you a lot lately so it might be ….construed as .I am just all into your art and now writing and …um well its the truth for the present time… don;t get a big head.. or do whatever, not like I am anyone with authority or that kinda stuff…. this is like – I get this.
I wish I had kept the books I filled with words from my younger than now days..mostly angsty longing im sure but it woulda been cool to see . I threw them away when I got married. If I had known he wasn;t gonna stay I woulda kept the words damn it.. really cool.
Thanks so much. It funny how love can both inspire to make us artistic and conspire to take time away fro being artistic.
it is, I never thought about it like that…
I think about everything like everyway.
everyday?
Ummm… yup.
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I don’t know what this comment means…
i hated loving it but she did i thought it brilliant when she read it all or nothing but something…
See, you really do get it… I think.
that i did!
Yeah, what Ed said, fucking awesome!
Thanks.
I changed the settings… you know where… and now I don’t know if I went to far and made it so no one can get in. Can you see if you are locked out?
I can’t get in but I requested access so now you’ll have to allow me. Now, this has become an exclusive, members only situation- look at me, I’m SPECIAL!
How do I let people in???????… but only the special ones….
You’ve gotten a message from me right?
You mean over there?
Of course, I mean over there. It’s restricted so a message to get in would go to you over there. Are you related to my husband?
Hold on… and maybe… I am adopted, so…
So is he.
I could use another brother. But if you are married to someone even remotely like me… sorry…
I have no new messages over there
I’m working on it right now.
Thank you.
I found what you need and I’ll send instructions to you in an email because it will be too much to post here.
Thank you. Sorry. I am such an idiot…
Now all the posts I follow and the ones on the topic walls are all smushed up to the left right side of the screen…
I mean here…not there…
Now it is better. What is going on…
Got it. I will send to you in a minute. See if it works.
Waiting, should I hold my breath?
Just a sec… is the user name like elroyjones, not the blog name???
That was pretty fucking awesome. I wanted it to keep going and going. Is there a part 2? That was right up my alley.
I was about 16 when I wrote that, so I guess the rest is the rest of my life. Or this blog. Wichever came first.
Hey Ed… I posted on the… you know… but I changed my settings to private and now I can’t tell if anyone can get on at all. Can you tell me if I went too far? See if you can get in or something or if I have to reinvite everybody or what?
I can’t see it without permission from you, literally, so check around and see if there’s some kind of request from me.
I sent you an invite…
I tried it in email. Might work Sorry about all this.
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What? More reruns?
Dear pmao,
No comment reply AND I’M THE ONLY ONE TO HAVE BEEN HERE.
HALLLOOOOOOOOOOO!!
It’s echoing!
I might just stay in here, it’s nice and peaceful.
Love Dotty xxx
You lovable goof ball.
Dear pmao,
I like this – It’s like ‘One fine morning in the middle of the night …’
Love Dotty xxx