I’m feeling magnanimous and philanthropic today.
I have the urge to give something of value away.
Most days I feel like waxing poetic or philosophical.
That’s when the great thoughts and words come to
mind.
That of course is my personal opinion when I get
to thinking pretentiously, and considering myself
in such a conceited and self-centered way. Call me
a narcissist on those days when my grandiosity takes
control of me.
Then there are those days when hypochondria sweeps
over me, and my aches turn me into my own grandiose
Pain in the Ass. My God folks, how many personalities
are involved in the makeup of me?
Professional psychological analysis might indicate
a case of schizophrenia is genetically implanted in
me. I do feel flushed with fragmentation and a bit
woozy from time to time. Perhaps I didn’t get enough
sleep last night or recently ate something which meta-
bolically disagreed with me.
Likely, I’ve been guilty of watching too much TV.
Couldn’t be Alzheimer’s, I am grateful to say. I
would have never found the words to describe how
I feel as me most days.
Some will claim, I’m plain crazy. Could be any
one or all of these which have taken possession
of me. And other than the rhyming of last few
lines in this diatribe of mine, it surely would
not be considered as a work of poetry.
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Chris Hanch 1-2-2021
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