lunacy maddend loonisy

its hot outside why is my house so cold
i will stand in the doorway and rotate
im never going to be rich when i grow old
i like the color red i even charted a flow-rate

my hair is dry so i burned a written poem
i used the ashes to smell like art my hair came home
then my scalp became dry
retention through revirginization of the olives cry

i had a freind who became ill and an abscess grew
diabetes too! lifes hard on us eh well open your mouth im almost through
all the saliva i could collect wouldnt have kept his breath
yet my virus and bacterial culture was in tune with myself via its death

the music of my parents is just fine thank you time