We Just Landed

One time, some Guy sighed, "Man, you nuts."

I replied, "We just landed."

Now, can you just imagine that man you trust is more than just a man?

MORE!

Like a van or bus, or Volkswagen Bug, smashed and damaged from

when it crashed with the gear made for landing, up?

Then, about 9 clowns, all smiles and frowns, start piling out,

all, high and loud, standing up and falling down

like puppets on the string of a child, wild 'n' out.

They realize they've arrived in a mind... surrounded,

by anger, pain and doubt; and there's a shroud.

It seems there's no way out.

The signs pointing everywhere: North and South,

Left, Right, East, West, Up and Down,

all read, "Beware! Danger! StrangerTown"

The psyche of a psycho; and it's Nowhere next to Empty, bruh.

They go where they can catch a better glimpse of this dementia.

Soon as they get to walking, they start running into plenty of

paranoid, deranged, S.K.H.I.T.Z. opsychopaths - tormented ones.

Demented, just doesn't paint the perfect perspective.

So much rage permeates, it's permanently infected.

The clowns elected to check it out and inspect it,

put on a show in StrangerTown, to take up a collection.

The crowd was astounded and captivated.

As the clowns played around, the Strangers clapped ovation.

Now the clowns know they're past escaping,

they're trapped. What can I say? I've got an over-active imagination.