The Asylum

I wander through the asylum 

watching and conversing with whoever. 

Some compare Obama to Hitler 

while others obsess about the weather. 

Die-hards clutch tight their precious guns  

mumbling it's a god given right. 

Crouching in fear behind tables and chairs 

for all the 'what if’s' and 'what might

happen' while those in the garden
pretend they are on a Caribbean cruise 

cuz everything is just hunky-dory  

according to the lady on the evening news.

All smiles and celebratory
for the banker crew and it’s five year high.
In a global asylum they bargain
for the biggest piece of the proverbial pie

and I just wander and wonder
what the hell is going on here and there
and everywhere this madness
hiding in the form of the normal and sane.