MAD AT THE MADMEN
Left knee follows right stations of the cross
Story after story lying to her boss
My photographic memory she screams
The junk inside the margins and without
All that muck stuck inside my dreams
Pencilled on the mattress inside the bed and out
Fleet of foot chasing her pet clockwork mouse
She climbs the steps to the ninety sixth floor
Mad at the madmen in the penthouse
(That they won't let her rent no more)
When the storm came every jot and title
Oceans of emotions floods of tears
Dot to dot she comes tasty as nut brittle
Screaming as her nightmares turn to fear
Story after story lying to her boss
Left knee follows right stations of the cross
08012022
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