From a Crinkled Piece of Paper

From a Crinkled Piece of Paper

 
There must be something in the water
Their eyes are too far apart…
Some are too close together…
Some of them looking almost normal
But not quite…
They speak in rhymes like they have good sense
But there are few who really understand
The meaning of their words…
 
Are they philosophical geniuses of reason
Or idiots speaking jibberish about nothing?
I’ve heard they even have their own corner
Where they actually can be seen gathering…
Sometimes in broad daylight…
 
If you saw one in an alleyway
You would possibly be concerned for your well-being,
The beards and funny hats that they often wear…
Talking to themselves as if someone were standing next to them
 
If you ever see one on a bench in the park
They usually appear to be in some sort of bewilderment
As if pondering life as…