Balancing the Scales of ThoughtA Poem by The Mad ProphetI have no Ideal what I was doing, trust me. I had a headach when I wrote this. By the way, I don't take medication for my pains.
Now I leave, although I just got here
What will I see?
Is it for me?
My brain hurts, is this a poem?
What will you see?
Can It be for me?
Really, I think I am just bored
It’s for me
I think I will like it
Wait, what am I saying?
It’s for you
I didn’t want it anyway
I really need to clean the house
Roses are red
Sponges are yellow and green
Or maybe start cooking supper
Have you seen the Muffin Man
He is with the Pillsbury Doughboy
I wander what they are doing together
Patty cake patty cake
Bake me a cake, but not so fast
I need to reach the oven
As quick as I can
The Bakers Spy Code
It’s like that one movie I never saw
When you solve the puzzle
The air freshener will be released
Chemical Warfare, smell like lavender
This is the way
In which I in rich
Wait, normal thoughts are coming back
Yes, I can think normally once more
Time to nail the potato to the wall for Christmas
I think I will use the Idaho
For that state of mind is intoxicating us with cream cheese badgers
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10 Reviews Added on July 7, 2008 Last Updated on July 12, 2008 AuthorThe Mad ProphetCedar Falls, IAAboutI always like taking the next big step through my mind. I am always trying to overcome something as simple as feelings over something. Ether it be good or bad, I try to adapt to it just to push it f.. more..Writing
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