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Date Posted: 10:31:36 11/10/01 Sat
Author: Lori S. Maynard
Subject: He Went Totally Crazy

Tranquility and stupidity were two characters that lined his brain.
He never seemed to feel much else. We thought he was insane.
He used to be a fisherman with a rugged heart and similar qualities
Until the day the squall arrived and aroused Neptune from the seas.

After surviving the abusive ocean, San Francisco was far enough
To deliver him to a newer life and leave mermaids on the bluff.
He listened, once, to the Siren’s song as it lead him out to sea
Now, he’s just a simpleton rocking on the porch eating candy.

“I have observed your garden” He would belt out with no one there.
“How does it grow in the asphalt? Where are the talking bears?”
Some say he hit his head while his vessel convulsed back and forth.
Now, he’s out in center field, a cheap substitute for those who keep score.

A curious touch would find its way to him and leave him shaking.
Those da*ned mermaids followed him across Rand McNally’s ink country.
Smoke signals wrung out from his musty pipe tobacco.
I sometimes laughed at him when he thought he was in a Broadway show.

He even thought he was worth money in Great Britain, he weighed 200 pounds.
Isn’t that what they used to determine worth? He had the intelligence of a hound.
What did he see out upon that sea that caused his hair to turn permanent gray?
It seemed as though Copperfield zapped him into the battle of 1812 today.

He was never right. He fancied himself to be a Charles Dickens.
But ask me and all around him, and we’ll just say he’s more a chicken.

©November 10, 2001 Lori S. Maynard

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