This is writing that doesn't fit into any particular category. It's not prose and it's not quite poetry. It's not quite sane but it's something healthy. Not all of us have it figured out. I sure as hell don't. It's a series of locutions on madness and locura.

Sunday, May 9, 2010

Besmirched

What you say could be construed as abstract vandalism
Creating conspiracies against my good name
Well I’ll tell you a little secret for your spider web theories
That I’m not as easy as you think to classify.
You speak against my good name
You wonder you wonder you
You speak against my good name
You wonder you wonder you
But I’m the worst jury that money can by
You’ll see that soon you will you.