Clarity Insanity
Dipped in Oddity
The Chip Being Cut
From the Mouth of Mystery
Cracked from Side, to Another –Again
Remained in the Tick of the Time’s Tock
The World Must be Lost, for Beauty forgot
Conceited and Completed by Self-Absorption
Remembering the Author that no one will Read
Destroying the paintings and collections of art
Digging up the Garden to replace all the rot
Feeding the Habit no one wants to feed
Even when Feeding would be the best
Deed. Growth is Ignorance
And Humanity a Wit
It's Inconsequential
Sanity has Quit.
