Suicide birds crashing into my car. Eyeballs staring at me through a jar. Mad scientist giving life to the dead. Crazy ideas going through my head. And now I’m just about ready to beg. I broke my pen while writing a poem. I realized it was totally stolen. Cat scratched up the side of my leg. Crazy ideas going through my head. Now I’m just about ready to beg. The longest road isn’t long enough to stop me from showing up. There’s got to be a way to deactivate this bomb.