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Madness
All kids count their ABC's
But this kid could not learn with ease
Made him frail, made him weak
Laughed and teased every week
Day after day week after week
Taking it all, too afraid to speak
When he threatened to take it all away
They laughed and left him to go play
Filled with anger, filled with sadness
Why won't anyone listen to his madness?
All kids sing there 1 2 3's
But this kid could not learn with ease
Going home to tell his mom
Of how they threatened to strap him to a bomb
But she told him to get out of her face
For she has a liquor bottle in his place
Filled with anger, filled with sadness
why won't anyone listen to his madness
Kids all learn to run and swing
And this kid, too, could learn to swing
He swung from a rope
Made out of a coat
Face drained of color
For his mom to discover
Filled with relief, finally ok
All his madness finally drew him insane.
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truly lost
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