My Perfect Insanity Poem by Jamal Brown

You have driven me to the very brink of
Hell with your ludicrous desires, and your
Never ending speaking. I have heard the
Very monotoned voice of Satan
Whispering my name. All because of the
Misery that you pull me through each
And every day. I would rather eat through an
Old rusted chain, than to sit there and
Listen to you blabber on, and on,
and on,
and on
and on, about NOTHING!
But, I still love you Sweetheart! ;)