A taste for thrill seeking, generally freaky,
a space for the heart rate to race and always raising the stakes,
a 6 cylinder, YOLO-powered engine, skydiving in my head, since I was like, 10,
wondering Why So many Serious moments I’ve found hilarious,
and tried REAL HARD to not bust out laughing in these Moments, Precarious.
Nothing wrong with a little anarchy contained between one’s ears,
or sprinkling a little ‘confetti di crázy’ upwards into our fine stratosphere-
Some controlled chaos to brighten up your life’s days (daze), and years.
There are mad synonyms, yo, for what I mean:
‘having fun,’ ‘just playin’/messin’/dickin’/fuckin’ around,’
‘good times,’ ‘tomfoolery,’ ‘wildin’ out,’ ‘actin’ a fool, ‘being a ‘clown.”
True disorder is what’s really frightening- like a slight miss from getting hit by lightning,
or getting stopped by the cops with contraband in your socks.
A little microdose daily of something ridiculous is what gets me through;
so that stupid smile I have on next time we meet, just might mean I’m in my own head, already making fun of YOU. – RSM