Literature
Utter Nonsense
Pots can be blots,
or knots thoughts,
and cheese will wheeze,
as loudly as the breeze.
If it can be said that yesterday,
being tomorrow of course,
was where I am today,
how could you argue against it?
As for me I'm who,
or rather who not,
to be otherwise what I am,
or perhaps to be who,
as it might appear to some,
to be what I never was.
So for what reason of any sort,
do you keep calling me mad?