psycho rambles

on and on and on and on

I.

don't worry a tad smidgen I'm good to the last drop
these parlor banquet pleasures are no hassle to stop
even if I seem unsteady and on the urge to flop
I'm a long range thinker chained with a rusty knot

II.

oh fudge, there he goes again being incomprehensive
not too long before his artistic image is offensive
misrepresented, his whole aura is one dimension
a tear drop squeezed from an unimportant invention

III.

hypertension grips the barrel of my last intention
my aiming is sin, cursed be my death inception
so long he has been a sheep, with sore thumb colors
its selfish when one's self defeat inflicts many others