(Being a poet)
I revel in the fact that I am mad,
Enough that in my poverty I shine,
I am the best of everything I have,
And of the odd perceptions, these are mine!
Can you see a walking world of words,
Conceptions sprouting legs and feet to strut?
How crazily my day to day is heard,
Raving on in meter like a nut!
(Originally published in the now-gone Screech Owl)