Crazy Carol is the most beautiful girl

I’ve ever seen, yet she is very alone.

She slinks around town with her dog

In that same old Goodwill ensemble

And is quite confused that everyone

Acts so nice and friendly to her face,

Yet no one wants to be a real friend.

Standing before her spider-webbed

Full-length mirror, she sees herself

Broken up into all those pieces and

Asks aloud, “Could it be the cracks?”

Well, maybe I’m crazy too, because

I’m falling for her, craziness and all.