much fun to see a person get nuttier...
falling apart, losing screws, waxing smuttier...
the sorrowful thing seems to have run outta luck...
when it looks in the mirror, does it see a duck?
(oh, no offense to ducks 'n'such....)
the loony one needs a cerebral crutch....
unsympathetic? ...yes, now I am...
that thing is mean/stupid...whacky, silly...can't plan...
all we can do is to wait in the wings
and see what the latest brain(less) burp brings....
it is tiresome and dull...nothing much there to mull...
do these words of mine qualify as giving it attention....?
(I'll indulge, for a moment....throw crumbs to feed it.) ..
it jabbers nonsense, not one word worth retention....
it may find leeches who'll oblige to glom on...
believe in it, follow it... and eventually bleed it....
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