Its A Mad World

Its such a mad world.
its all of a twirl.
Cyclones, poverty, rape,
people all drunk on the grape.

Its crazy, its mad,
it makes me so sad.
So why do we continue
and not cut the rotting sinew.

I just, just dont know
do you, do you know.?
It is the life instinct
According Freud so succinct.

Maybe he was wrong
ors a different song
But it is such a mess,
so much fear and deep distress.

In a hundred years
All our greatest fears,
according to rover,
thank goodness, it will be over..

by Susan Alldred Lugton

Comments (1)

its a mad poem indeed