Have to agree with Awii on that one, it really grabs me, bit of a varied response on my part
i am mAd
crazy they say,
quite angry
i write to speak,
my lyrical inSanity
my brain fires sHots,
the man is deAd,
stabbed himself five times
with a knife in the heaD
the duck iS dead,
the quAcks and quicks
were playing on my mind,
like a little football ditch
i dreAm of pretty pictures,
rainBows with the clouds,
the rain hitting down afAr
like a big old car
running down the gRounds
my obSession with perfection
and nothing perfect rhymes
everyThing i say is wrong
noThing ever lie
except me, and them, and you, and i,
in case you wonder why i state
it is beCause i cannot hate
explain i cannot, should not, do
i type so write, i typ so rong
do not commeant
i can not think
read not what you canNot see
i cannot see but you or me
i am happy, fear me
run from my smiling fist
gaze upon my visAge and despair
i am a comic book
wham, poof, kaplook
i trick you into seeing
what you want to see
the truth
my lie
i spy wIth my little eye
someThing beginning with r
trap doors,
trip wires too
i set them up
to watch them blow
my mind, too much infonation
i think a lot
of toffee in the morning
self destruct
5
4
3
2
1
bang, kaboom
i am deAd
i see your head in the basket
aLong with a magazine
talk to me
and you shall see
how crazy you might
truly be
bzZzz for the honey
bzzzZ off
do not disturb
i'm not tired any more
a nugget of gold
13 pieces of silver
i canNot be sold
nor bought for a giraffe
leave now,
forEver hold your piece
i am not here any more
i am gone
the next room is so far away
like a ship over the horizon