Fantasia-euthanasia
By Kiah
I’m the bitter old lunatic man. Screaming and raving. Stumbling through frozen dirt plowed fields. My tattered bath robe hanging torn. One fuzzy slipper of remorse A mouthful of cornbread of once befores. The orderlies are looking for me. I’m looking for their order. Uttering endless banter of, ‘I was there’s and ‘You shoulda seen’s. Clutching pictures of my own world gone mad. I’m the bitter old lunatic man. Wispy face of who I was. Fading with the landscape. Estatic in my fatal freedom. Scraps of terry-cloth memories my only trace. An, “I did it MY way” smile stiffened on my face.Not sure where this came from. I just kept getting this picture in my head of a crazy old man standing in field in winter wearing just his bath robe while screaming at no one. Maybe this is how I think going I'm to end up? Hmmmm...I hope not. Well, except for having a smile on my face. Written February 6th, 2002 © on Feb 06 2002 10:52 AM PST 10 • 0 • 1
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"I’m the bitter old lunatic man...."