Another old poem of mine, circa 1972. All rights reserved.
No one wants a crazy girl and I don’t blame them one bit
crazy girls call at the wrong time of night
crazy girls are too heavy
crazy girls want sex and then they don’t
crazy girls call home and then they won’t talk
crazy girls cry at all the wrong times
crazy girls aren’t cool—even their best friends know
Never let a crazy girl get drunk
Don’t let her get stoned
crazy girls will call up poles and call for help
to their daddies who will not hear
And well they shouldn’t
Everyone knows—even their best friends—that crazy girls aren’t cool
they’re not suicides
they’re not artists
they’re not schizos
crazy girls are just crazy
Leave them alone.
© 1972, 2016 Timi Townsend.
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