some kind of "condition" by I.E Morgan


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splatter paint of words
ramificating in my brain
Too hilarious to contain
Too Addled to explain

a joke in the vibrant sun of the afternoon

the disability of mindlessness and too much thinking comes to haunt me

where my enemy and fears lie
Not enough to be funny
but just enough to chuckle

at the stupidity that is me
at the joke that is my life
slipping into insanity?


could be