Madness
When all the world is going mad
I laugh, for I'm already there
My mind is gone, my heart is glad
Like swallows, drunk upon the air
When all the world is going same
I cry, for once I felt that way
And then I bless the iron rain
And don my panties made of hay.
When all the world is going broke
I smirk, for I am on the lam
Their treasures all go up in smoke
Whilst merrily I feast on ham
Contributors: | Francine, Anon., Nym, Karin. |
Poem finished: | 18th July 2003. |