These towns I have trod
Footsteps crushing gravel
And snow
Singing as I go
Weep through a smile as I sing
Met the Eczema Kid
And the Tumor Man-Thing
Wiping the soot from the dark side of the spoon
Slept often on concrete
Pondering doom
Naked, enraged
Steel locks disengage
So begins my short-lived reprieve from the cage.
There’s no dress like a jumpsuit when dancing
Before the Judge
Romancing
Showing respect while swallowing sludge
The cast of my eyes doth not budge.
The Felons they laugh when they see Crazy
The cajole Crazy; Attack!
They know but little as Crazy
Cannot be cajoled toward attack
(To Provoke is the trick)
Nay, that manipulation
Is just for the Frightened; the Slaves.
Not for the Golden so used to the bars
For the Gold is always barred by sick mental states
(And redundant as advertisements to one such as me)
So piss on me
Beat me
Kill me
Don’t bore me
For banality only death penalties do.
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