The ravings of a madman
scrawled upon a wall;
Social sites and parasites–
Poetry and drawl.
Pointless little words I write
right the wrongs through megabytes
from images as still as this
and nightly bouts of fright.
I wish I had an exit.
I wish it were no more.
Alas it is I scribble this;
A madman, nothing more.
