Best Mad Poems

Must money make man mad?
Money makes man mad
Meanwhile, man made money
Must millions make man mad?

Massive money many mention
Mighty materials, man’s main mandate
Making many mentally magnetic
Mean money might mar man

Con-men crave catching cash consistently
Committing crimes continuously
Consequently, they’re caught, captured, killed

While we wonder where we’re
We want wealth...

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A spinning world globe just set off the center of its axis pole,
Welcome to the mad-mad Hatter’s topsy-turvy upside down
Wonderland, just another inside out hole where bunnies ware
Waist coats and fancy pocket watches!
Empty tea cups, please move down one place, as this riddler
Of whimsical nonsense...

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This is the story of mad Molly Shaw
She might be mad now but she wasn’t before
she came home to find her man dead on the floor
She lay down her bible and let out a roar 

She walked into town with her hair in a mess
Fresh...

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Madness, the Hatter blinks. 
Madness, Oz's link. 
Repercussions of concussions.
Madness was Portnoy's complaint**, 

Madness must reciprocate!

Hallucinations filter by....
Leary* winks at Dali's eye.
A house lands on Dorothy's thighs...
Chicken Little wanders by.
 
"Madness," Hitler's honcho’s sneer. 
Madness splices genes with fear. 
"Lobotomize!" becomes the cheer. 
Kellogg’s* enema's...

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When we set out on a road trip
We didn’t stick to the old script
And were gladly amazed
And rarely unfazed
Hitting strange towns though some were skipped

We started from Thatsnot, OK
Which was more or less ok
But then stayed for the view
When we drove into
The town of Overlo,...

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O' What Is War But The Mad Child Of Greed And Hate


By uppity arrogance the mouse challenges the lion
And his haughty crown is fused nickel and tin
But 'tis true dark-clad world has far too much cryin'
All brought about by hungry appetites of mad men.

Mankind does...

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THE MAD SECRETARY

Hunched over the computer, I am  mystical,
With mental white gloves and a karate belt - 
A daylight cursor, but on my bicycle,
A word and energy transformer, a flickering Celt.

Such metaphysics I can make into sensation,
Turned into binary formulae by the boss,
My passion...

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Alice in Wonderland 
Was my favorite book as a kid
I used to pretend that I was Alice
Having tea with the Mad Hatter 
And the March Hare
But now I pretend that I am the Mad Hatter
For my mind is unhinging itself
Breaking away from reality
Till I can...

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A  MAD  (TAG!) 

I am very upset right now.
I do hope many of you read my tag.
Do not care if you comment or not.
I may not answer a comment correctly.
 Do I have to ask for forgiveness.
Every time I do not understand a...

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IT’S A MAD WORLD In a Lancashire Accent.

I went to the Confectioners today, there was a long queue outside, a metre apart, and it had started to rain. 
The assistant behind the counter had shiny eyebrows, they were that shiny they looked like plastic leeches...

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A welcome sight the lights ahead - like misty globules on ink black foam
The billboard elicits a sense of foreboding - Welcome to the Midnight Bazaar
A lack luster moon adds to the mystery – nervously I enter to ask my way home
A familiar song plays...

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Madness, the Mad Hatter blinks. 
Madness, Oz's link. 
Repercussions of concussions.
Madness was Portnoy's Complaint*, 

Madness must reciprocate!

Hallucinations filter by
Leary* winks at Dali's eye.
A house lands on the wicked witches thighs.
Chicken Little wanders by.
 
"Madness," Hitler's honcho’s sneer. 
Madness splices genes with fear. 
"Lobotomize!" becomes the...

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Multiple choices with one last try, amid this myriads maze

Someone very dear unto myself asked me the other day

"Is the sun shining where you are?"

So I took a crystal glance, into an oblong box....

Actually I thought, as I peered ever closer into this warping glass

It...

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The walker prevails without his brimmed hat, 
skirting whirling dervish of hungry gnats 
which seek to explore each orifice bare - 
to sample the blood from here and from there, 
as discerning vintner sups from each vat.  

Tackling a gradient sure to task fat...

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We are living in a world that has gone mad,
a world that is now filled with fear.
Love is now been replaced with me,
I must get all I can.                 ...

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