Madness Poem by James Green

“I’ve seen it all, I’ve seen it all” shouted a man,
Not knowing past what he had just ran.
“He’s seen it all, he’s seen it all” shouted another one,
I asked, “Then do tell me past what he did run? ”
He knew not the answer, nor could break down the question,
“A fool’s gathering” I said with precision.
I walked around looking at them all-
At their faces over which lust did crawl.
Lust of one for lust of another and their lust of wine,
Gave them nothing to call ‘mine’.

Of their hearts and minds I tried to make sense;
Their many minds were unaltered by my presence,
They looked into my eyes and I into theirs,
While my heart shouted out prayers,
As their minds took their other minds over,
I his myself behind mine for cover;
As of their minds I was sincerely afraid,
As they had the power, to make the world do as they said.
Mad men they were I knew very well,
Mad men we have to fear, we all do tell.

But, they were me and I was them,
I knew very well, that I was madder than all of them.
Madness is a state of mind,
That can throw color into the world of the blind;
Madness is the world’s most exotic liquor,
That can make it go better quicker;
Madness was my mind’s drug,
After that, I never hid myself under any rug.
Madness is the free state of my mind,
That lets me enjoy even the sorrow I find.