Mad World

 Mad World 

The world is mad…
              Mental, and broken.

I rail against it…
              but it pushes back.

Its madness weighs upon me
              Like concrete shoes
              on a Jersey riverbank
                             at midnight.

What passion fools have!
What convictions they have!
Yet their betters remain silent,
              Offering small words in rebuke,
                       or videos of condemnation as tokens
              Not realizing more commitment is required
                                  to preserve us from the madness.

Swirling, swirling, ever swirling!
              Like a black mist so few can see,
                              swirling around the masses
              and individuals in tandem
                            like a schizophrenic tornado cell!

Swirling and swirling until like a tidal wave
              it rushes upon the mind,
                            Breaking it…  
                                           Taking it…
                                                          and there can be no mistaking it:
                             even the soul becomes clouded and muddied
                                           with a madness that ever grows…

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