Crazy
Dave
Crazy
Dave has the run
Of
our small town.
People
usually steer away
From
the one who has
Been
touched by the
Hand
of God.
He
has a wild look
About
his face,
Accented
by a pair of eyes
Which
constantly are looking
Always
in different directions.
Likewise,
when he walks,
It
seems as though
His
feet are confused as to
Which
way leads
To
the mind's destination.
Boy,
Crazy Dave is some character.
He's
a young man now,
Having
lived here all his life,
Except
for the brief period
He
was put out of our way,
Out
of sight, out of mind.
I
know the whole town
Was
shocked by the cruel trick
The
Institution played upon us
By
releasing him back into our hands.
The
first sight of him
Brought
back all the fun
He
had previously brought
To
the good folk here
Having
been the perfect target
For
those who live to ridicule.
The
practical jokers had
A
regular field day tricking him.
Now,
he's left alone.
It's
as though the good citizens
Think
"it" is contagious.
They
should know that
Retardation
is not catching,
But
stupidity and intolerance
Sure
as hell is.