Why do they stare <br /> <br />At me in my rich attire <br /> <br />Since don’t care <br /> <br />About how it is acquired <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />They whisper when I pass <br /> <br />And make their kids throw stones at me <br /> <br />I live amongst the brush and the grasses <br /> <br />But they still don’t let me be <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />What I eat is what they don’t need <br /> <br />Unripe bananas, dried crumbs of bread <br /> <br />Dirty vegetables and unfermented seeds <br /> <br />My world is a big mass of red <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />They think I’m mad <br /> <br />But I’m happier than they are <br /> <br />Cos I’m never sad <br /> <br />For only I can talk to the stars.<br /><br />muideen olawale jimoh<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/musings-of-a-mad-man/
