The Genius Poem by Ace Of Black Hearts

A novelty express.
In which we should always digest.
This man is whacked.
You got that right jack.
But that is none of your concern.
Just watch the pages turn.
One right after the next.
I'm most certainly obsessed.
But what exactly wrong with that?
Nothing like a little practice.
It's not like if I keep pumping the tire up it will eventually go flat.
It might go boom, and then I'll end up like that trucker who had a punctured lung.
But that would just ruin all this fun.
It is a humming of hums.
A whistle tooting.
So full of so much hot air.
Got to put somewhere.
Why not here?
Because their is a time and place you say.
Well then this is another one of those days.
A yeah haw, mixed in with a hip hip hooray.
Am I'm not aloud express my happiness too?
Does that not excite you?
Most certainly not.
It's boring and makes me want to kick that homeless guy off his cot,
Take his place and go to sleep.
Maybe that will bring back that well known and profound tyranny.
But just remember that is not always the way it is going be.
We all have our ups and down.
It's like painting a picture of my favorite clown.
His faces always change.
Bah that's just a child favorite.
Us adults, and teens want the sex, the drugs, and violence.
I said silence, you will not interrupt me again.
For I'm writing.
Oh how boring.
Well I'm not here to excite or entice you to read.
That's a choice that has to be made all on your own.
But I could bang your head off the wall a couple times instead.
Then again I really don't think that would help.
You're already lacking way too many brain cells.
Oh my I think we need a surgeon.
It's already too late I think.
The damage has already been done.
Damn those drugs, damn that sex, damn that violence,
But eh I guess sometimes it just can't be prevented.
Is this guys life really worth extending?
A question to the great doctor.
Who says but of course every life is precious,
Even a loon like you.
Excuse me but exactly what did you mean by that?
Are you trying to say I would better off on the moon?
Sir, either you have leave or I'll have security remove you.
Your choice.
Wow I actually get to make a choice...
Hmm, now which door do I choose?
Door number, door number two, door number three or, do I just start throwing people through them as a experiment.
The door experiment mwahaha,
Eureka I got it, genius!