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I’m so afraid to manifest Something I don’t need. The important thing is gratitude The secret, most indeed. Jesus is inside of you A symbol for your soul. He’s the one who’s guiding you. He’s in complete control.
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I used to be a poet.(The Devil doesn’t know it.)But I still rhyme from time to timeAs long as I don’t blow it.My cover, not the project.I’ve got a dozen prospects.And all will soon grow into poems.I walk it like I talk it.
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Everyone’s pretending.Except for me, I’m real.The drama’s neverending.I hope you know the deal.I showed up to a costume partyWearing my real face.The crowd’s confused.“You mean, you’re you?”I cannot stand this place.
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I lost my marbles yesterday,There’re bats all in my attic.I tried to look the other way.The cat would just not have it.The circle is a prison cell.(I mean the rings of Saturn.)They’re bending him to evil wills.I hope it’s not a pattern.
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The weekend is the system.The weakened will not listen.A plague on bothSaid good ‘ol Thoth.The demiurge has kissed them.Why should we work for days?So we run out of ways,To save our souls.With no control,We’ll vanish in the haze.
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There’re people in the room with me!I hear all of their voices.I should have stayed alone at home!I’m questioning my choices.This doctor wants to poison meWith bad advice and pills!He only profits when I’m sick!And I’m not even ill!
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What landed you in jail?“A cyber-attack from Hell.They told me securelyThat they would ensure meAll of my rights were met. That’s just because they hadn’t yet Pulled out the rugLike a relevant plug.And left me in woeful debt.”
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Fly me to the moon.Say I’ll be there really soon.I do not like it here.I’ve spent too many yearsIn poverty. In pain.I long for when it rains.Just something to break up the monotony.A relevant philosophy.
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A mullet is a fish It’s not a head of hair You look damn ridiculous Standing over there. I don’t get the appeal. It don’t even seem real. Do chicks dig men who look like that? Or is that not the deal?
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My name is Mr. Ham. I do not give a damn. Whatever that I say I am, My friend, I fucking am. You do not have a clue. You don’t know what to do. The world just seems so damn complex And it confuses you.
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Nice of you to know me And nice of me, two, three. Weren’t you gonna show me How to catch a dream? Four of you together could not Walk in one of my Immortal fucking footprints. But I will kiss the sky.
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This sonnet is probably on here somewhere. I wrote it back in 2020 and just did some slight editing to it. I hope you all enjoy it. Never have I been the least bit sane, Nor have I ever stooped to feign to be. When I hear you say, “Stay within your lane.” Well, that…
Musings of the Mad 