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   POETRY > An Excerpt from the "Diary of a Madman"

I haunt the streets at night,

Searching, looking for god-knows-what;

I must be lost --

Yes, I must be;

And I laugh and I cry and I sing.


Dancing to the tune of horns a-blowing;

Trumpets are blaring in heaven,

I must be dead

Yes, I must be;

And I laugh and I cry and I sing.


Men came to drag me away,

Rough men wearing white;

I must be dreaming

Yes, I must be;

And I laugh and I cry and I sing.


They placed me in straps,

Velcro, chains, and belts;

I think Im fading

Yes, I must be;

And I laugh and I cry and I sing.


I think

I am

Im lost; Im mad

Yes, I am;

And I laugh and I cry and I sing.

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