Wacky

Dearest Vocal,

Am I too wacky for you

To win this wackadoo?

Is my art a bit too fluffy

Or weird

Or maybe just too far off

And a bit more simplistic

Than what one may want to hear?

I am not a good rhythm based poet,

I like to go off my raw stuff,

My guts that burn inside.

My heart that screams, I’m like that older brother locked up in that Warner tower!

Animaniacs !!I’m a guy in a suit with too long of a tie cutting jive.

Or maybe like Mr. Orange in a Speed Racer shirt with lots of comics on the wall,

Or maybe just a pretty pink person

Wishing that I could win just once,

As all I do

Is fall.