i don't do well
with crazy, or
sad, or lonely
or perpetually mad
or off center
with life and
money, those that
keep the tornado
spinning. the sand
storm of their
lives stings my eyes
and makes me run
for cover. there
is not a camel fast
enough to get me
off the hot and
waterless desert
and into the cool
sweet oasis of calm.
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