a path without markers, only burma shavers signs.
a lack of direction, as the crow and eagle flies.
permission to skip rather than walk.
your leave I ask to sing instead of talk.
a visionary with a goofy plan.
to be lunar white instead of tan.
a contest of a race that no one wins.
a crazy look into cans and bins.
something less is something more.
and if you see the truth in me, you are welcome to laugh until your sides are sore.
it doesnt matter anymore you see.
its just the price of being free.
and free I am and you be to.
if you take the read and cue.
tell them I am somewhere else and point them the other way for me.
I am busy celebrating my unbirthday and enjoying the tea parties company.

This poem is really good....I don't write but this topic would definitely be good to write on.

Youuu .. .. May Day , mayday ..,

You mean what I did with that gnome ..
the way we haggled and went around ..
like a may pole not similar to the mead
where I know the crazy talking on what
some halfling or dwarven made parties,
like I don't haggle with the manager . .,
I want the may pole wrapped deis and :
clones with microchip reporting restroy,
not the Babylon backtalk of the manage
leader businessmen with language upon
Shiva~n not a Puppet Theater .|. Crazy
was my comment on insanity .,. Evard .