Count me as another who thinks the poem makes fine sence. As a rule, I don’t enjoy poetry, but this is a fine example of what I do like.
And I’ll echo another poster, it is eerily observant.
You spell like someone I used to know from Houston.
Working in Security, I used to meet many fine people who were absolutely batshit insane. Far too many to remember.
But I still remember some of them;
Driving downtown Minneapolis. I see this guy walking down the sidewalk, seriously overblown punk look. I straight out burst out laughing when I saw him. A fraction of a second later the look on his face changed as he listened to his cell phone, to the most horrible look of anguish I have ever seen on another human being. Ripped my own heart out just to see it.
The guy who approached me in a Wendy’s when I worked Armored. I’m standing in line wearing my uniform and gun. He wants to know how easy it would be for me to steal money from my job. Goes on to tell me how he and his wife got married and had no problems until they started to get all these credit card offers and started taking them, spending the money and having fun. Got in over their heads, went bankrupt, lost the house. Now can I help him get a job with my company? It must be really easy to steal money! (um, no.)
I’m always amused by the people I meet who tell me the most bizarre and outlandish shit, then when I question it, say “you have to have an open mind”. Clearly this means “you have to believe anything I say”.
“The Rock Star” - a “butt bandit”, meaning one of those homeless people you see wandering from public ashtray to public ashtray, picking up partially smoked cigarettes. Always the same blue jogging outfit, winter or summer. Big steel wool looking hair, sunglasses day and night.
Most of them, being Security, I brushed off very quickly and moved on to other things, erasing them from my mind.
Back in the late 70’s, I was at a party thrown by a friend of my parents. The party was in honor of an eastern guru that was visiting. (That was 30 years ago, I was 12ish. I have no idea what he was a guru of.)
Apparently this guy had taken a vow not to talk. Not a vow of silence, but a vow not to talk. So he wandered from conversation to conversation, making grunting and mmmming noises. He had an assistant who wandered with him translating. So you got twice the noise. To make it all a bit more bizarre, the assistant had memorized page after page of pi, carried around the printed pages, and would start reciting if you read some to him.
I second that. Who wouldn’t want to read the occasionally poignant ramblings of a so-called madman?
Nobody, otherwise my LiveJournal would actually get some comments.
You read mine, I’ll read yours. 
I’m on LJ as doc_cathode. What’s your handle?
My husband and I were once relieved to grab a cab in downtown Reno on New Years Eve when it looked when things were going to turn rowdy. (We were staying on the outskirts of town, and later found out there were a couple shootings and stabbings and I think bottles smashed over heads…“Yeee-haw.” :rolleyes: ) Anyway…we told the cab driver our destination and his patter eventually came around to how “everyone thinks the trees are *so great *because they make oxygen - but what they don’t know is that they STEAL IT BACK AT NIGHT!!!” He also had a really great plan to store water underground in the desert, but the commies wouldn’t let us or something, I forget - at this point we were at our hotel and jumping out of the car and flinging money at him.
Doc, I love your LJ and would leave comments, but I am not nearly as gifted as you with words 
Ah, nailed it! I was trying to think of who it reminded me of.
olives4march, your uncle’s poem is so lovely.
I’ll tell the story of “Mr. Unknown” (name changed to protect the Batshit-crazy, I still work with him).
I was hired in 2000 and sent to south Texas, my boss said “let’s see if you can work with this guy, nobody else can” (I work 84 hours a week so I see a lot of my cow-orkers). I walk into the unit and meet “Mr. Unknown” for the first time and within the first 2 minutes he tells me that George Bush and the royal family are alien, shape-shifting Lizards, he seemed pretty harmless so I just let it go.
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Oddly enough, I ran into that particular delusion every once in a while as a grassroots fundraiser for the DNC. People have all kinds of weird ideas about the people in power.
I used to hang out with a guy who was schizophrenic. He eventually found the right balance of meds to lead a “normal” life, but for a while knowing him was … interesting.
He would go through phases where he was convinced that he was a vampire, or a werewolf, or a secret agent. He had a huge collection of sci-fi and fantasy books, some of them quite old, and one night he burned them all in a bonfire because the voices told him they were evil. Once when I asked him how a new treatment was going for him, he said (very excited) “I still hear voices, but they’re not telling me to do things anymore!”
The interesting thing was that he knew he was sick, and that the voices he heard weren’t real. But even knowing this, he somehow couldn’t not listen to them. That must have been very scary. We’ve fallen out of touch, but the last I heard from him he was doing quite well.
I used to work with a guy who would go on these strange diets of his own invention. The first diet I heard of was one consisting of just bananas, rice, and lettuce. Apparently this one lasted for a few months. Before that he was on some kind of watermelon kick. I never saw this, but after switching to the bananas, some friends saw stacks of rotting watermelons in his back yard. One day he came in to work asking where he could buy antelope. He figured early man on the African continent must have eaten a lot of antelope, so he should eat it too.