I’m a weird wobbly whackadoo

And you can smell it on me

Botched tainted tea time glory

grimy and used useless boobed sentiments wafting

And sweetness makes you sick…its been

tossed around by every actor

And wisecracking jovial creep

hope hope hope hope the unfounded theory

the simpleton’s lament and it makes you sick that

I wear it, the jokey jokes of peace and harmony

And you can smell it on me…

School yard notions yuck it up strange hope hope hope

smiling about nothing but love and happiness

Chemically induced emotions you exclaim make you sick because

You see no value in retched ratchet ruminations

weird wobbly useless pleasure palaces on sand dunes in the wind

And I reek of it

Sugary yet warped wavelengths gooey ooey oos of swirling alphabet stew

And endless laughter because I am alive again

after another delicious sleep

My nutjob within, my glassy glossy goober

bursting at the seems with washed up weary hopefulness

Yuck it up strange chemically induced wavelengths

are gonna wittle you down and dare you to smile and dream

and play…

you can smell it from a mile away-

Gooey ooey goodness isn’t real you say

So I must be…

Crazy.