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stop with this maddening scribbling
  ive had enough anxious spikes come from dividends
laid before my birth
given water until i reached this earth
so that once i'd come about
i was filled with insanity made from this pelt
   held close as a family heirloom
passed down till i was slowly driven
to white padded walls and stern looks
    discovering poetry to fill in these books
now that every one found my mind, a distaste
  rambling on about a future
that couldnt quite possibly exist
if it wasnt envisioned by a mad man
    by all means give it a hand
think with your sanity and see what comes up
   not quite this picture for im slightly skewed crumbs
   that watch as the winds blow
to merely give words another row

-back before the madness grows