Tony Bush Poet Rhyme

Wired

Ah, I'm afraid I don't get the joke now,
  externally a clown, screaming banshee trapped within,
walls tearing down, nerves stripped and laid bare,
  head filled to bursting, kissed by apocalypse and sin.
Well, if it's funny, then laugh,
  as if a fifteen pound pancreas isn't a hoot;
you people, you kill me, you know, you really do;
  so get out the steak knives and put in the boot.
Beloved self-destruction, short times and fast life,
  wasted fat ******* buying the farm;
pills and coke and heroin, booze and sex and food,
  I'm the only one to whom I really did harm.
What a laugh, what a gas, in the end it's my ass
  which was groovy and crazy and wired to my head;
what a trip, what a scream, an American Dream
  'cos everybody loves you when you're dead...

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