Insanity Poem by Zackory Kzeminski

Standing there in the door way
looking out at the night sky
I wait for the sirens
of the heavily armed police force
as they charge the house front
springing the deadly traps
that i've layed down for just this scenario
after having slain the fully crowded hotel
before the alrams went off
running around with blood stained swords, knives, and flak jacket

As i wait on the top floor at the end of the hall
staring at the elevator doors patiently waiting
as the task force and swat teams made their ways up to make the greatest arrest of all time while i sing a song of complete insanity
finally the police and swat make their way to me
i surrender myself happily over to them

After having been arrested finally and making the front pages of several major newspapers and television networks
the world having not the ability of beleiving a small town man could do such a terrible deed
three weeks go by an im placed in isolation at a triple max security prison where only the worst of the worst criminals are sent to
where im subject to psycho-therapy and hours of mindless therapist's voices ringing in my head
and yet the only diagnosis they can present to the courts is that i was acting only out of insanity and that im to be placed in a mental institute
and be heavily sedated until i can return to reality
but until then im gladly living with insanity