Batty

If somebody read me the script of my life

I’d think they were nuts, keep my distance. 

I’d pity their loved ones, I’d offer them rife

and strongly misguided assistance.

I’d send them to doctors, I’d send them to priests,

I’d call up their family members,

I’d show them my movie, I’d tout my beliefs

I’d pray for their souls during vespers.

I’d cover their eyes when they’re trying to see

‘cause seeing might pave way for dangers,

I’d make strident noises to jam up their ears

and hope they can tell friends from strangers.

I’d fix up their wording that felt wrong to me

convinced that their spelling is awful,

I’d fear for their safety, I’d strongly agree

they should be kept busy and social.

My dearly beloved, I humbly confess

my outlook on life just got hazier

and wish you’d consider, if only in jest,

your script might be markedly crazier. 

Reviews

[emipoemi]

I had a good laugh at this. Brilliantly absurd. Enjoyed the flow, the narrative, and the last stanza really hit it home. Well done!