R.O.A.R.

Blamed in Bedlam.(pieces of hate #5).

Social perceptions are low

the truth of things is not something i particularly like

i go more for a good story than what really happened

that is just the way i am

i hate to tell ya

but your opinions,

few minutes after leave(d) your lips

they're lining the trashcan at the back of my mind

there where my inner idiot live(s)

they're not binding

they're not locked away in a vault somewhere

tying me to your word waiting to be exhumed

is not a legal contract (as if i cared anyway)

i'll remain to this day free to contradict meself

a compelling raconteur rescued from oblivion

there is a trip to bedlam whispering nonsense

shaggy stories full of strangeness and twisted wisdom

a demented burlesque while shopping for bras

junkyard scholars smoking grass,smiling

remarkable consistency of the scent

fragrance that becomes most striking

as we chart a path between them

through Bedlam full of unexpected turns

but startlingly free of wrong ones

brilliance is a given

on account of what you achieve with it

insanity is a trade

mad-doctors and lunatics

sharing drugs and howling to the sky

as to keep away recovery

who needs to know what is really happening

in the real world psychopaths are in charge

playing with their rules makes anything worthless.

icknos@Bedlamismyworld.ciao.FUCK.com