would you rather be madcap or mad brain?
I really don’t know replied the choo choo train.
Next, they asked a Hawaiian field of tall sugar cane.
Mad cap, I guess, in case there is rain
We made fun of the researchers, called them insane
Until they included us, and paid us cash, plain
Would you rather be madcap or mad brain?
I said this to a lightbulb, spider, and windowpane.
Those madcap Victorian horsewomen were super confident
Silly when you realize they were riding at breakneck speeds, sidesaddle
In those day a woman did not know it was okay to wear pants.
The closest thing she could be caught alive in would be pantaloons.
I am staring at the screen years later, wondering ….
Do they break their tailbones when they fall off?
Or do their bustles serve as a landing pillow?
My aunt Joan was a madcap
And she sat down on my lap
When I creaked
She was freaked
Honored me with slime and slap
Speak! Speak, madcap!
Why do you fidget and laugh to yourself
as you scribble madness on tiny yellow sheets?
But a week ago you laughed with others!
But a week ago you talked with others!
But a week ago you looked at others!
Though I know I am the reason for your pain
have compassion! Please shield
your radiating blackness from the world!
Oh, from across the room I can feel it!
The Void is not something to share!
The amazement of making progress within the captivity of prospective has sour
sliding of reasonless existence. Like talking in a box of profound feelings that
alerts the man passing by with a blocked look on his face. Diving for desperate
vanity that breaks the selfishness of the moment. It makes for a justifiable place
in time, to complicate simplicity in the needs of annoyance and chaos. Betting on
the day, where brindled personalities wave their hands to the sound of empty
beats of madness.
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