APRIL TWELVE
CONFUSION
Madness comes in droves
goes around in circles
that much everybody knows
Ancient memories of time
we hardly feel much older
even when we're sixty nine
I thought ham and piccalilli
might just be a thing
or is that something silly
They talk about delusion
I don't know what to say
everything is confusion
Wacky as a loonatic
I stumble in the dark
up the apples to the attic
With no one else to blame
pickled as a cucumber
I thought that I was sane
12042025
NaPoWriMo 2025
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