When you’re paranoid schizophrenic bi-polar crazy,
living by day at bus stops and sleeping at night nobody knows where,
getting normal folks to listen,
to pay attention
to the truth of your Truth,
is almost as hard as keeping yourself clean.
Cars, houses, purses, devices, wallets full of cards.
They’re in a frantic hurry to get nowhere.
No time for delusional rants. Achievers can’t spare
time or care for the profound pronouncements
emanating forth from a font of wisdom
who has nothing to show for his insights
except an open calendar and no place to go.