*****
Everybody’s laughing at me,
My paper kite in the air,
Everybody’s pointing at me,
I hate the way that they stare,
Everybody says I’m crazy,
Me, with maniacal mind,
Everybody sees me hazy,
Ann me, without spectacles, blind,
Everybody’s gone inside now,
Looking for places to hide,
Everybody’s going to say “wow!”,
I just hope I do not get fried,
Everybody knows of my fame,
Lightning bolt called from a cloud,
Everybody now’s heard my name aloud,
With a tip of the hat and a bow.
*****
2007-12-03
08:32:00
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