A Winning Hand

Ask me to run a marathon I would think you where off your head. If you say something that worrys me I could run two back to back in my head. You look for peace in a tablet. And sanity from a therapists chat. In a world gone mad the past is lamented. The future holds fear the present is a nightmare. When the world as gone insane. Your mind is like a carousal running issues round and round. Your the clown at the carvival the joker in the pack. Wipe that fake smile of your face the worry from your mind. Deal yourself a royal flush and tell the world to kiss my ass.