![]() It's Just a Hop, Skip, and a Jump to the MadhouseA Poem by Thomas W Case![]() I'm pleased to announce my new book with this title. https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0DY4XDQYC![]()
It's the little things that
drives one mad, a snapped shoelace, on your way to the liquor store in the driving snow. A cockroach in the cereal, dead batteries, when all you want to do is listen to music. Shifty-eyed people in my house, quietly plotting my demise. It's the tree of life, cut down to clear space for a parking lot. No love from my brother. Another frosty day in April. Cigarette prices constantly rising astronomically. Footsteps in an empty hallway. It's Just a hop, skip, and a jump to the madhouse. © 2025 Thomas W CaseAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthor![]() Thomas W CaseClear Lake, IAAboutThomas W. Case was born in Oxnard. He has published 3 volumes of poetry. The Bullfrog Dreams of Flying, Artichokes, Avocados, and Van Gogh, and Seedy Town Blues. He has won several poetry contests. Hi.. more..Writing
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