The world is upside down.
Forward is backwards.
Nothing is for sure.
Nothing is unsure.
What is unique is the same.
One's view ahead is actually behind.
What is clear is obscured.
Truth is a lie.
Love is hate.
We want to hang on but have to let go.
It's a truly mad, mad, mad, mad world.
And I love it.
Because what I just said isn't right it's wrong.
SCOTT DAVID BUCKLEY-(03/01/2013)
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I'd love to know what you think of this poem.