Pray Tell

the disgruntled asylum patient feasts on his fingernails
until he is distracted by the sunlights as it lights his limbs on fire
he jolts and he screams, and won't settle easily
without some sort of compliment
he can't hear the padded walls whisper while he showers in self-afflicted dissappointment
and no one knows why the caged hyena hollers out of obsenity's toward the shallow masses huddled in a corner to coll their burning infections
broken and bitter the terminally ill mother of two wishes for release
sanctuary is not open for her, as the brimstone beats the pebbled pathway
so fi the people are so musically inclined stand up and praise the chaos swarm of sickle cells
oh by and by the tormented die, and but the flawed pedals fade out slowly
so let the crazy dying people dance, time goes in its singular direction for all,
and at least they had something to fuss about to hell.