be too late for the world.
when there used to be
just one
crazy dude,
or two,
or a few nutcake women
walking
around talking to themselves
in town,
half dressed,
drooling
with goo goo eyes,
now it's the whole
freaking
town.
what happened?
what fun Norman Rockwell
would have
when painting
this wackadoodle world
we live in now.
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