inane asylum (a-lliterary madness or the search for the fountain of youth)

perfection pantomimed by peter pan
find oneself in questionable company
not that i'm not hungry,
but maybe i'd starve for spite
spitting flames at me
hell is calling
to the fire in me
flying my freak flag
flagrantly
freaking fuckers out
i will:
twist & scream & shout
i won't:
stop until i get enough
dangerously delving deeper
deception driving delinquincy,
dementia feeding delusions
swearing seraphs seated on shoulders
of aliens going apeshit in america
teeming with untellable truths
terrible in their tenaciousnous:
i am me:
a fighter & a lover
a lighter of matches
so i can burn this prison down.