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On Being Off


Finnius

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There's a sort-of stranger here,

A quiet person who's not me,

A mumbling, crazy, weirdo nut,

Who needs some psychotherapy.

 

But he's not all bad, not even most,

Although he says the strangest things,

He flaps his arms, claims he's a ghost,

Then floats away on silver wings.

 

At least he makes me laugh sometimes,

When no-one else either can or will,

And brings my sweet forgetfulness,

The good dreams and the staying still.

 

I guess I must admit he's me,

But that would be the easy end,

So just between the two of us,

He's only my worst best friend.

 

And just because we look the same,

And sound alike and laugh together,

Doesn't mean we're quite insane,

I like to say 'Over the weather.'

 

~~~Counterpoint

 

(So there's a guy, he gets upset,

At little things, but not at large,

And sometimes when he's down like that,

He needs a hug, a boost, a charge.

 

And that's where I come in, right there,

I like to look at shower tiles,

They're shiny and reflect your soul,

Sometimes I stare for quite a while.

 

And his is good, if somewhat spotty,

The soul reflected in the white,

It makes my eyes go dazzled brown,

And helps me keep my wrong from right.

 

That's why I laugh and mumble so,

And stretch my arms and spin and wind,

My clock's a little off you see,

My eyes are just a little blind.

 

My friend is good, he tells me so,

And we're a perfect, matching pair,

Of madcap, laughing maniacs,

With wild and flowing twirling hair.)

 

~~~

 

One of those that just kinda sprang up on its own. I like it though. :P

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