Fruitcakes and Ding Dongs

freestyle poem, still in progress. If you read or review, please keep that in mind.

Everywhere I turn I’m surrounded
by fruitcakes and ding dongs.
I feel out of place
and that I don’t belong.

I feel that I am
a victim of a conspiracy
No way could this be real,
to be surrounded by such idiocy!

Fruitcakes and ding dongs,
I dodge them like I dodge my boss.
The lack of reasoning with crazy people
is not a skill that I would consider a loss.

Fruitcakes are criminal masterminds.
They make me cross the street,
clinch my purse and look for police.
I’m afraid their crazy will rub off on me.

Did you know that ding dongs
are space cadets?
Celebrities in their own right…
medalled and experienced.

I have nightmares of fruitcakes and dingdongs 
converting  me to their religion of imbecility,
I’m cowering in shadows hoping they don’t get near me;
screaming in fear “I suffer from an ignoramus deficiency,
please don't hurt me!”

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