Maybe I'm F*cking Crazy

They said sit up straight and always hesitate.

I've never had much patience and I generate so much hate.

I'm no karma sutra physical snake charmer.

I think people should act nicely.

I'm not some deep philosopher.

I think people shouldn't wish but be.

I'm no good lover or Betty Crocker. 

Sorry I'm not a pound of clay.

I'm not your actor in a play.

Maybe I'm fucking crazy.

Maybe I'm just trying to be free.

Maybe I can't define me.

I'm not some loving hippie.

Do I look like fucking Ghandi?

I can't sing to make you feel young and free.

I just write down what I see.

Sorry I'm not a pound of clay.

I'm not your actor in a play.

Maybe I'm fucking crazy.

Maybe I'm just trying to be free.

Maybe I can't define me.

I'm not your actor in a play.

I want someone to make me whole.

Don't need a pretty face or hole.

I want an orgasm of the mind.

I left home to find myself and ride.

On this broken road only broken souls I find.

Sorry I'm not a pound of clay.

I'm not your actor in a play.

Maybe I'm fucking crazy.

Maybe I'm just trying to be free.

Maybe I can't define me.

This poem is about: 
Me

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