The Maniac

He's off of his meds. You'd better watch out.
The magma is rising. The cap's been blown off,
And he's ready to lay waste again to the neighborhood.
Chattering madly. Mad at the world. No longer
The sloth who slinks off when offended, he'll turn
If you keep doing what you have done. You'd
Be wise to go home and close all of your curtains.
He's off of his meds. He's now seven feet tall,
And not in the mood to be crossed.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2019-12-17 at 23:06

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