Eight thousand five hundred strong

carrying signs

in the breeze

on a sunny First of May


- demanding better pay,

conditions

and a decrease

in the number

of rainy days.


Me, I was looking

for my union

with the same

demands exactly.


The union would not materialize,

but the nutters did.

They made my day for sure,

advocating the legality

of a daydream

and a deviant reality


-marching on cobble stones

madness held high

witnessed by the city's

fading façades.


Proudly the Movement of The Mad

marched along

with me neatly clad

and my heart in their pockets.