To Be Insane

To be insane
(for me)
is to be ravenous but unsatisfied
by any meat, milk, fruit, vegetable, seed, or nut,

to be a ragged beggar camping
over a mammoth vein of gold,

to be a black sheep long weary of vice
but still out of the fold,

to be insane
is to laugh uproariously
at the solemn happenings of the world,

to be a miserly child
counting and hoarding his toys,

to be as an escaped Southern slave
shaken to the core by every loud noise,

to be a barbarian at a posh soiree
longing for love and comraderie,
but devoid of manners and poise.