To be insane
(for me)
is to be ravenous but unsatisfied
by any meat, fruit, vegetable, seed, or nut,
to be a ragged beggar camping
over a mammoth vein of gold,
to be a black sheep long weary of vice
but still out of the fold,
to be as an escaped Southern slave
shaken to the core by every loud noise,
to be a miserly child
counting and hoarding his toys,
to be a barbarian at a posh soiree
longing for love and comraderie,
but devoid of manners and poise.
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