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I Feel Funny
by Mark Hunter
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All the sunlight is gone and the sky is now gray.
It's depressing that I can have nothing to say.
Guess I'll sit on the ground and have something to drink
And just ask myself why I feel funny today.
Should the soles of my feet be this light shade of pink?
Have I gotten my daily allowance of Zinc?
Did I do it when I took a whiff of that flower?
Did I blow out a neuron with too much to think?
I recall that the water I drank in the shower
Was a little bit bitter and a little bit sour
And I think that insomnia's part of the scheme
To make sure I stayed up past my body clock's hour.
I was rattled awake by an old lady's scream
And I couldn't remember if it was a dream
I just sat there confused. What was real, and was not?
And I wondered if things were not as they seem.
My mind raced and it rambled, beguiled and distraught
'Til I came up with a theory against which I fought.
It was obvious now. It seemed perfectly plain.
It was nothing I did. It was nothing I caught.
There were no toxic chemicals inside my brain.
There were no deadly acids outside in the rain
I was normal and more. Sometimes days like this came
But I feel funny in thinking...that I'm perfectly sane.
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