No one thinks anyone means what they say like have a nice day.
Could they care less if you fell into a hole and shrivelled up your soul?
I am a fool who cannot lie.
I don’t know why.
I don’t fit into this world, this Earth, this planet.
I never met a girl called Janet.
I cannot work out a subterfuge.
My brain is not huge.
If you meet me, tolerate.
My suffering is very great.
Who treats people as meaning what they say? I do.
I mean you.
I suppose I was not treated exactly as a fool at school.
Where we were taught the golden rule.
I believed it but others went straight out into the yard and beat up small boys very hard.
Into their faces they would spit.
A cynic might say I was taught to be a hypocrite.
That’s something I did not learn, I treat words as true.
How about you?
To say I am perfect would be to create a wrong impression.
Others in my place suffer from depression.
In a mad bad world remaining sane gives me a pain.
I cannot pretend I neither hear nor see.
Who is blind and deaf? Not me.
I believe I see things as they are.
Including the guiding star.
You are what you are.
Should I tear out my eyes as in a myth from Greece?
I considered suicide but prefer peace.
No, I will not kill myself, I leave that to you.
You who spit in people’s faces, the rotten crew.
Among the slaves on board this boat are some brave and honest men.
Lest they suffer in silence I take up my pen.
The pen, they say, is mightier than the sword.
When you speak should I believe a word?
Big and small dictators I’m watching you.
When you stop your parrot talk you will be true.
You drive many round the bend but not me, I was born a fool.
As I said I met your kind at school.
I had and have a friend or two, that old word, good.
I see the tree, I see the wood.
Don’t let me be misunderstood.
Is understanding what you fear?
Then don’t lie into my ear.
I do understand you, the spitting kind, all too well.
You make life Hell.
You wish to create fear, and do.
There are degrees of course of all things.
Stop behaving like kings.
Don’t sneer, don’t condescend, don’t act superior.
Stop making people feel inferior.
Because I don’t mention you by name don’t think I don’t know your game.
You are responsible for worldly ills, drug addiction, madness, suicide, your treatment kills.
I am an old fool, on that we can agree, I speak of what I saw and see.
Who would listen to a fool like me?
Inhumanity is wrong.
I love a song.
To list all cruelties would take all day.
Be careful what you say.
I have not gone away.
4th September, 2017