And they call him mad

They call him mad who laughs 

for no rime or reason.

What of those who don't,

even when they have one ?

~

They call him mad who roams

aimlessly with no care of the world.

What of those who walk a named path,

yet know not where they are headed ?

~

They call him mad who dares

to bare his rotting body for you to spit at.

What of those who hide their rotting souls,

perfumed, for you to kiss and bow ?

~

They call him mad who goes

forth to live his dream.

What of those that rot and stench

in the corridors of your aching heart ? 

~

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