Here is where..... <br />Madmen write verse for their amputated lovers <br />with blue fountain pens and quills of clotted ink <br />Scribbling morbid memories yellow with old malaria <br />running like diseased rats through cellar thoughts <br />They cut themselves to see if their subjects will bleed <br />for their extremities are filled with a royal great pain <br />Morphine pumps hang from a weathered weather vain <br />spinning in the wind like some Blowhard's narcotic sonnet <br />Critics wither in their own flatulent and fowl wind <br />inhaling the breath of Artisans <br />Here is where..... language is a lost vagrant <br />Here is where..... everything and nothing rhymes <br />Here is where..... <br />Madmen dissect the bloated toad Shakespeare <br />inching closer to his truth with every stroke of genius <br />Verse is stolen from the cesspool of moronic poems <br />and published on whiskey soaked bar napkins <br />One in a million will find a star on which to ride <br />while all others will sink below the bog of verbosity <br />Disappearing into the darkness of obscurity <br />left to rot with extrapolated numbers of lifeless limbs <br />Here is where..... <br />Madmen guzzle pint by bloody pint of premium Ale <br />yet to render only another quart of stinking bloody piss <br />Where cockroach squatters count the missing legs <br />on the stools where hookers and whores sit eating prose <br />And Syphilis has been spoon feeding poor Yorick's scribe <br />a double dose of gambles and song to make a table roar <br />Horatio counts his money into a Barmaid's cum filled hand <br />hoping to yet land her to her lady chambers if he can___ <br />Alas........ <br />Here is where..... <br />Madmen reside within the realm of sanity...... <br /> <br />©2007 Ted Sheridan<br /><br />Ted Sheridan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/ophelia-the-madness/
