I have a strange habit; a talent really
to find a fast way to mischief.
Needless to say, I'm right on my way
to perfecting the ways of the misfit.
You see, my dear friend, I stand on the end
I feel sane in insanities' lines.
But if i lose my grip, i could purposely slip
and fall to were madness resides.
Now there's nothing too wrong with being so mad
No, i don't see one thing at all.
Maybe something i see, maybe one little thing
I'd have strings through my hands like a doll.
I've heard of this risk to become a puppet
to make insanities' dreams come true.
It could make you corrupt or make you throw up
or am I just lying to you?
It's probably for best if you question the rest
this could all be a work of fiction.
So now I'll refrain; I am perfectly sane
At least until my conviction.
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