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12-15-2007, 05:55 PM
I met a teddybear the other day
who'd lost his mind. They lose their minds,
some elderly bears, before they lose their lives.
It comes from being left alone
and staring too long at the ceiling.
I asked him home to share a meal
of leftovers, and he smiled and said
he'd love to. Even before we began to talk
you could tell he was mad. Mad bears
have mussed-up hair, and their clothes
are grey and shabby from lack of care.
I'm getting to look like that
myself. When we did talk,
it was only moments before he flew off
on some tangent about how the world
is rigged against teddybears.
It is, of course, and we all know it,
but we know not to talk about it, too.
When he left, I thought to myself:
Well, I won't see him again for a while.
Poor thing. Up there on his shelf, alone
and forgotten, staring at the ceiling. Mad.
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who'd lost his mind. They lose their minds,
some elderly bears, before they lose their lives.
It comes from being left alone
and staring too long at the ceiling.
I asked him home to share a meal
of leftovers, and he smiled and said
he'd love to. Even before we began to talk
you could tell he was mad. Mad bears
have mussed-up hair, and their clothes
are grey and shabby from lack of care.
I'm getting to look like that
myself. When we did talk,
it was only moments before he flew off
on some tangent about how the world
is rigged against teddybears.
It is, of course, and we all know it,
but we know not to talk about it, too.
When he left, I thought to myself:
Well, I won't see him again for a while.
Poor thing. Up there on his shelf, alone
and forgotten, staring at the ceiling. Mad.
(Original Post) (http://tomsdisch.livejournal.com/166271.html)