*ripped from a website dedicated to Holden Caulfield from Catcher in the rye


Thoughts, but no poem:
I woke up singing this morning.
I mean, I was happy and all.
But last night, what I really felt like
was jumping out the window.

All I could see were these phonies -
I never left the house though.
They were on TV, in books and stuff,
acting out madman stuff in the goddam movies.

I swear sometimes I think I'm crazy,
surrounded by these goddam princes
making out like life's perfect and all.
That kills me.

Then someone wakes them up,
and they all get sore as hell about it.
But I lie singing in bed -
there goes my crazy sense of humour again...