The lunatics laugh,
At words that come from thoughts,
Words which we think,
And when we speak and write words we don't think.
At times words seem as solid despite being carried by air and paper.
And we have to laugh under their weight and ungraspable nature.
Mental
Throwing my mind out,
Like a child being sick,
All the adults clean it up,
With words I was thinking.
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