DRIVING MISS CRAZY
I’m being driven crazy and I don’t have far to go
When I finally get there, I hope someone lets me know.
I’m not sure if crazy looks like the picture in my head.
Is it something that I did? Or something that I said?
I was doing fine this morning when I dressed myself for church
I found a dress to wear in a quick two minute search.
I was feeling pretty sane for an hour…maybe more
Until my friend, Pat, and I, watched my slip fall to the floor.
It lay there at my feet as if to say, “cut me some slack!
My elasticity is gone, and it isn’t coming back.”
A see-through skirt in church might be rather sordid
Pat didn’t feel my pain… We started laughing til we snorted.
I was reminded of the time I made Bermuda shorts look like a skirt.
I held my legs together until my knock knees began to hurt.
To those driving me crazy, I only have this to say.
I got there a long time ago, crazy’s back the other way.