Pleasantly Insane

How delightful to reach an age
Where I can be pleasantly insane
On a daily basis and people are mostly polite.
Nodding along with an occasional pat on the back.
Agreeing that I am problematic
But not dangerous.

It is most lovely.

Especially as I am smart as a cat
And hum happily from the depths of my belly,
Pretending to laugh along
At the joke that’s not on me.