The Making Of A Madman Poem by Vixen Chernof

I once met a man who was certainly insane.
Intrigued, I searched for an explanation,
Pondering the genesis of this troubled soul.

I thought about his parents as being the cause;
He never mentioned them by name,
Solely referring to them as 'those people.'

I tried to find out about childhood friends.
He only talked about pets that he called 'family; '
Barely acknowledging that he was ever young at all.

After speaking with him, I had all but given up.
I had found no suitable answer.
My mission failing, I accepted ignorance.

In a final attempt to gain my prize,
I asked him outright, 'What happened to you? '
Upon hearing his response, I shuttered at the truth.

He told me, with no shift in his voice
'What are you talking about man? '
'I am a madman by choice.'