The Madness

It had come on suddenly, almost as if out of nowhere, and…

As I lay bleeding

A fleeting dream,

Or a memory

(Aren't we even?)

I could be just…

Repeating sequences from my memory,

But

‘Seriously, simmer down'

He says

I put the soup on simmer for awhile—

Can't remember where I fell from

Very high up

In love with the

Ideal of

Being in

My own world

With my

Idol or icon?

No,

Role model,

For something,

But that's not possible,

Cause that's not the job

I want,

Turns out

‘God love him'

I called out

‘God love him'

I called out

‘God, love my son'

Cause God does love

God goes love

But—

Something happened to

All of us

I wonder what

I shouldn't have come

To the washroom

So earlier

I could have just

Curled up in a ball

Unhurled a whole wold

I was brought up to

Know nothing of it

If it comes up

If it comes up

—that's abuse you know

The scare tactics of

Weak men

After nothing

Now come back

I woke up with music

And I hold love

If love comes

But God don't love ugly

—Cause ugly men

Scare people

When they can't find

Love

And Love

Becomes ugly

When you beat her up

With

Whatever that noise is;

Boys will be boys

And posers will be posers

I've got a whole bunch of losers on

Bikes at my window

Who like feeling powerful

But actually have no power at all

Other than to cause hurt

That's all they do

Poor souls,

Satan owns them,

You know

I pray for the man to just

Go home,

Be happy

But you know ,

I've been called up before,

Ravaged

Weak men seek revenge

And strong women eat cabbage

On Passover

So what do you know about love

I know

The more that I love

The more love will come to me

So I keep doing this over and over

I know that I love him

That's a four leaf clover

I found him on a 40 day fast

Or longer

The one one the mountaintop

The one

Weak men drive

Art show cars

Just down one road at night

I think I have a stalker

Don't go too far

Don't read too hard into it

Your own story

It just doesn't make sense

To know this stuff

Before it gets disclosed on Wikipedia pages

Don't get too close to the windows these days

When Satan's paging you

And waking them up just to keep hating on you

You must be confused girl

I never would have dated you!

And I hated you on Saturday night

For breaking fourth wall

And being out of character

The other cast members were right

They should have fired you

But viewership from women

Or girls, rather, other obsessives

Of

The [Redacted] fanclub

Had you mad as fuck at the world

And God

Tripping over that rug

Into my dungeon

I should have wrote you off

Like that coughs slut,

But look what happens

When you're a genius with a big butt

And big love, pulling magic tricks

And dick jokes out of a hat—

I have a habit of getting off track

And distracted

Hate being black

But has to have been

To write this canon on

[Redacted],

The has been

—guess you just want

What you can't have

And all I wanted

Is everything

Everyone else seems to already have

A family.

{Enter The Multiverse}

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