Where the Crazy People go

Where the Crazy People go

A Poem by Some John



Where the Crazy People Go 

When we were young adults 
Still childish with no disregard  
To young for understanding 
To old to play in the yard 
When ever we got bored 
Of the same lame video game 
We would wander down town 
To the corner of 4th and main 
We would laugh at the the guy 
Arguing at his reflection in the window 
Joking how you can only find  
entertainment like this here

 
Where the crazy people go  

And the woman by the beauty shop 
Watching the beauticians cut peoples hair 
We would tell her shes to crazy 
And crazies aren't  allowed in there 

One time we pushed that one freaky guy 
Embarrassed he fell into that strip bar 
We laughed as a tear streamed from his eye 
Ran away ashamed and didn't see that car 
I'm not sure if he lived 
But what does it matter 
He was so beneath us 
He couldn't reach the human ladder 
There should be an ordinance 
Keep these creatures in their home 
What kind of mental facility  
Let's them lose, free to roam

 
My friends and I  still meet up  
On that corner of fourth and main 

I now have a better understanding  

But my friends are still just the same 
I'm still standing next to them 
And they're all still laughing  
Their stupid jokes and their hurtful pokes

 
That was before when I was unable to see 
But this time it's different 
Their jokes are aimed right at me 

If I could go back 
With all that I now know 
Would karma been more forgiving 
At showing me where the crazy people can go

© 2013 Some John


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Hello John,

To a place in our own minds that others do not have. We offer more in the evolution in man, because what they see as crazy we offer in talent.

Watch your use of their and they're

Always,

Matthew
A.

Posted 10 Years Ago


This reminds me of when I was young. The state hospital was in my town. We would drive or walk through and laugh at them on their caged balconies. Not having a clue. Now I look into the abandon buildings and windows and feel like they are all looking out at me and in a sense that they all are fragments of me now. It's painful to walk in the shoes of those we have hurt but also forgiveness is found in our journey through the lesson. This was deep..and pierces us to the core of our human condition... xoxo

Posted 11 Years Ago



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Some John

Mt. Iron, MN



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