thou and I, my friend, can, in the most flunkey world, make, each of us, one non-flunkey, one hero, if we like: that will be two to begin with.

Deep within the inner mind
There dwells a place to fantasize
Around it grows a darkened gloom
within it lies a special room
Padded walls and tiled halls
softly murmured voices from each cell
come the calls gibberish and noises

And so you've come, to see about
the oddity that has no doubt
a lovely woman, perhaps indeed
a shattered mind, you'll soon see
I dwell therein, a poser loon
with writing as a craft
I will escape, oh yes, quite soon
to Diaper Island I will Journey

From twig of broom I've built a raft
And on it placed my gurney

So who am I, I hear you ask
with poem bad in rhyme no less
meter mangled, rhythm strangled
I am a simple dark skinned lass
Whose life is never quite at rest

I come here often, rarely stay
I find it's better, quite, that way

Too many voices drown the chorus
And I'm needy, whiny, porous
But still I do, when in the mood
For old time sake and freebie food

So now you know a little bit About the twit that's me...

There are many mysteries, many unanswerable questions, even in lives as short as ours...

... for Life begins when you begin to think