Yearn for madness in your home,
Roam in dance, scream in laughter,
Spring up like a maddened shrew,
Bray at yourself, till your insides are blue,
Then go out into the streets,
And stomp in storms,
Wave at cars, like they’re dearest loves,
And cry out in trains, smacking legs with canes,
Then, enter a sweatshop,
Screaming in fictitious goods,
And roam the isles, like a mum,
Giving candy to wayward thugs,
Then to end the day, a swift purchase,
Go home, in a flamboyant dress,
And knock off to bed, in regal red,
Waking up, with wet stains on your bed.
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