Zany's Dope

Have you been an inch to madness The commune of thoughts in a feast with soliloquy wiggling in silence And mysterious mutterings dangling in violence So that when innocent words are spoken you would quickly give a malicious ear And when healthy gestures are made You would convert such kindness to an hellish display In your little head would wind of unwarranted laughter blow Reflex would seem to you, an ardent flow This shall be your story If by your lips that notorious leaf burn to evoke thick Flames Hence saturates, to steal consciousness A little puff, a little drag, till you swallow the beast