The Big Untidy Magazine

MAD

Mad or just trying to express so many things
Flying through the world
On a pair of battered wings.
We talk in patios
We struggle to understand each other
Our struggles cause communication problems
But it’s our personalities that matter
So please try to listen,
Please try to listen,
Please try to listen.

Sometimes were stressed out and lost in ourselves
Sometimes we’re drunk and staggering about
Sometimes were tanked up on psychiatric drugs.
We mumble
We slur
We stutter
We stutter,
Thoughts get fragmented  and scattered
And scattered,
But things could still make sense
If only the human race had a little patience.

So I’m struggling down the street
with my Tescos carrier bag full  of worries
Sometimes carrying shopping
Sometimes carrying poetry.
I’m struggling down the street
With my Tescos carrier bag of worries
I’m trying to make it through the day my friend
So are you
So are we.
Got to keep making it through the day
Got to keep making it through the day
Got to keep making it through the day
Alright.

Mad
Or just trying to express so many things
My wings may be battered
But I will keep flying I won’t give in.
Many tongues chatter in conflict
Sometimes we dismiss each other
Because we see too many differences.

But we have pride
So much pride
We will fly
And we refuse to be pitted
Oh mercy
Can we ever find the space to listen.

Frank Bangay
Spring 1994