Is there a special zoo
for us freaky people?
those faded wrinkled hippies
Brady Bunch fallouts
Madonna wanna-bes
lusting after that jagged little pill
Still holding out for the prize
In the cereal box
the aimless road tripper
the subway riders beneath
the real world
Of symmetrical ducks and trimmed hedges
We gather & laugh too loud
cry Inappropriately
Share our lost dreams
& those we refuse to stamp out
Crazy zoo
Flying off the rails.
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