Ticking Time Bombfriend Poem by Christian Connor Schwantes

Hey insanity can’t you wait till I count to three
Come on give me some roam to breath
It all seems to slip real slow, I only noticed because I went against the flow
I see what you’re doing
Turning my will against me
You better start running ill only count to
One two three four
It’s you I find behind the door
Sleeping with no shirt on to take my princess
Better put some shoes on you’ll be trippin to payless
Insanity
You can’t fallow me
I know your smell
Something along the line of rotten egg shells
You’re nauseating, you’re ugly
What could you want from me?
It’s not like I ever had that much sanity