AM I CRAZY?

AM I CRAZY?

A Poem by Glen Fitch

     

 Just stop and listen.
 Don't you have some song or other
 all day running 'round your brain?
 Why THAT tune?
 Each one's driving me insane.
 Some dawns I think:
 "Did that play all night long?"
 And worse yet,
 there are voices in my head.
 "You dassen't do that!"
 How she'd pinch my ear!
 "A n****r might have touched it."
 I still hear my grandma shout again,
 though long since dead.
 And I confess
 I hear your voice as well.
 I'm thinking thoughts
 I'm sure that are my own
 but hear them spoken
 in your rhythm, tone.
 I'm glad.
 I guess it's just part of your spell.
 My life is moral,
 sound and never dull
 while you are living
 rent free in my skull.

© 2008 Glen Fitch


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TLK
Nice use of racist terminology.

These songs are called 'earworms'



Posted 11 Years Ago



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Glen Fitch
Glen Fitch

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