“BEING MAD”

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    “BEING MAD”
    As I walk back and forth, the madder I get. I don’t even know why I’m mad, guess I just am. There’s no reason or cause. Guess I’m mad at the world. I don’t even know what could of made me mad. Did I wake up on the wrong side of the bed? Was it something on TV? was it a phone call? I don’t know. What ever it was it made me angry. I can’t even thing of what it could be. What ever it was it pushed a button, hit a nerve. Guess I’ll never know why I’m mad today.

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    Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

    Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

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