Whats the mad
Its always there
Always haunting
Always in the corner
Or at the front
The mad tells what we want
And what we need
And how to live our lives
It tells what is the mad truth
And never the real truth
The mad consumes our lives with its cunning ness
It tells what to smell
And how to dress
It tells that life is.
The mad is the slime from Zappa's
Tv set
Politians love the mad it
Helps them spread their lies
Politicians are best friends with the mad
And now the mad lives our lives and uses our voice mail
The mad accuses and
Abuses
The mad then slowy lifts its hand
And sheep like mumours me?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Howl is phenomenal; Ginsberg was phenomal. I'm not committed to any social or political theories but I hate capitalism. Your poem is especially applicable and meaningful nowadays. Keep working on it, it's really interesting!