madness is like
the march of bull ants
it spreads sporadically
altering perception
at every turn
and if my anger
is a form of madness
then let it be
for I'd rather bear madness
than be engulfed
in the death throes
of agonising sadness
About Me
- dissident poetician
- i am the dissident poetician...i tear down fences with sardonic sardines and metaphysical cucumbers
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