Habitual Insanity

Their driveway didn’t go to their house.

They were a few bricks short of a load.

Their lights were on but no one was home.

They strolled in the middle of the road.

Stupid was as stupid did.

There were no sharp tools in the drawer.

No matter what intelligence did

The level of smarts sank lower.

They rejoiced their strain and

The goddamn rain

Fell on their parade.

And when they smiled


They did so through their pain.

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