Foaming at the mouth.

We wonder why we’re troubled

By contempt, ills and crime,
It’s because one man’s madness

Is just another’s good time

So work hard & turn well & rinse out the brine,
Melt all crystal structures of self, I and me

And maybe soon it will come to be

That you’ll find a madness that’s your stick of tea

 
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