Benevolent Insanity

I think I’d like to spend my final years

growing a long white beard, wearing a

simple brown robe with a hemp rope belt

and dirty sandals.

I’d like to find a large park

somewhere in a massive metropolis

(preferably with perennial warmth),

where I can spend my days running

around spouting off philosophical and

spiritual sounding gibberish.

A large nook in an old tree or a warm

sod house with lots of art will do.

If only the powers that be didn’t

“adjust” their less well adjusted citizens with

batons, pepper spray, and long stays

in lonely but well padded institutions.