Crazy

Every bench in the park across from City Hall has a homeless person on it.
I feel bad for these lonely and crazy people.
I can’t cure their craziness.
I can’t give them all homes.
But maybe I can make them a little less lonely.
So, I’m petitioning the city to get rid of half of the benches.
That way, instead of each getting their own bench, they have to share them with someone else.
Then they’ll not be lonely anymore. They’ll have someone to sit with.
Why don’t I sit with them?
What do you think I am? Crazy?