A MAD DAY

By Cario Sanders...

This day is mad
The sun is out by 3 a.m
Look, the sky is orange
Damn, this day is mad
... Somebody talk to these drooping palm branches
To rise and prepare for the day's fierce wars
Forgetting yesterday
But no, this day is mad
Crawling infants hod and carry crawling ageds
To creches and kindergatens
I wonder what's happening
I think this day is mad
Lunatics are driving automobiles
Across mad urbaan neighbourhoods
Car horns blaring, sirens wailing
Of couse, this day is mad
The warden is a ragamuffin
Wearing a scary fiery weird rasta hairdo
With torn sagging faded jeans
And he says he's got alotta swagger
Obviously, this day is mad
When cats are flying and rats are riding horses
When the forest is dense and the squirrel boasts
"I am the king of them all"
You should know this day isn;t funny
It is mad