I love thee crazies

Their shouts and whispers.
Creators, they come out when bigger fish are fried.
They feed on shame and pain.
The couple walks by.
Stops to argue briefly before returning the other way.

The drunk girls stumble upon the earth.
The crazies love me because they know I am the truth.

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