a book came up to me one evening and asked me what i thought poetry was.
"tis the jabbering of crazy bitter romantics i think. "
"oh" he sighed. "the crazy part must be true cause your talking to a book"
"that must be very true"
then a recruiter for a freak show walked by and saw the book grabbed it and made it become one of its many performers. next to scaled children and bearded ladies.
"hm...maybenot that crazy" i thought.