<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=583922" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>With a mind like that the poet must be mad</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Many men...<br>(He lost his marbles) <br>Many women...<br>(Poetry did this to her) <br>We believe<br>What we want to believe<br>He is keen to see the things<br>We want to see that they're<br>Not where we see them<br>With the one working ear he<br>Listens with tear stained<br>Sympathy to the outraged<br>Complaints of the robbed robbers<br>With the other not there slashed<br>Ear he opts not to hear the soaring<br>Jazz score of the pious whose only<br>Sin is to escape the wrath of the<br>Beleaguered match fixers<br>He's a poet of you know<br>So in his distress he married himself<br>Off to another word smith his daughter<br>Bought him a sympathy card and wished<br>The soon to be born child God's mercy<br>Nobody wants to be brought up in<br>Such a passionate household for sure<br>He writes with a passionate intensity<br>With a half crazed mind like that <br>Your resident poet must be hovering<br>Somewhere on the peripheries of madness<br>We learn nothing from the past the past<br>Haunts us because we learn nothing from history<br>Wearily our uneventful lives follow where<br>Where we walk our sloth like walk</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Ngaka+Motaung">Ngaka Motaung</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=583922" data-title="With a mind like that the poet must be mad de Ngaka Motaung" data-description="Many men... (He lost his marbles) Many women... (Poetry did this to her) We believe What we want to believe He is keen to see the things We want to see that they're Not where we see them With the one working ear he Listens with tear stained Symp..."></div> </div> </div>

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