Like making the synapses jump across
detonating a short fuse
I don't think they believe me
I'm serious as a heartattack
that made grown folks rush about
in frantic panic
like the world was going to end
Dead
Serious

Putting these emotions down
in cryptic hadwriting
because I'm scattered
like a brain thas been left under the care
of an absent professor
Mind you
I do have a clue
and ambition

I'm spilling over
like Cheerios onto the table
trying to straddle the edge of the bowl
While everybody has a cause
that they like to spearhead
and straddle
I'm like a mountain
that's looking for the roof

And you mind me not
Why did you not?
I kid you not
I'm bazerk
like those poems I write
with fictitious words in every line
Seriously
Dead
to this world
Bury me now
Quick Mr. Francis,
grab the shovel.