Josephine lives on the streets
They say he wrote a children’s book
He wears a purse on his head
and trusts no one who drinks Coke
I once gave him some food from my picnic
in exchange for a handful of white rocks
I misunderstood. I thought
he just wanted a paper plate
Maybe crazy, yeah
Gone as a hoot owl
raised in a closet
Crazy, yeah – you know
but …
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