by Bradford Middleton
Thursday lunchtime and on my way to work
When the madness takes a grip on everyone I see
A man scared of his own shadow
Who veers violently off the curb
At the mere sight of my presence
A poor little rich girl who can’t afford
What’s the latest must-have item
She’d only just read about and was so
In demand she merely sat down and wept
In the middle of the pavement
All around madness takes hold and
I feel it seeping into my own consciousness
But all I think about is getting to work
And getting that done and getting home
Where I’ll progress my own madness to all new levels
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