A MAD WORLD, MY MASTERS

I cut my self
out of the mirror.

My reflection
tinkles to the floor.

I sweep up
these shards of self

with red
dust pan and brush.

Well, that's enough
of this

me
for the moment.

I think to
my self

and wander off
to find

the me
I have

yet to be
discarding

what I have been
reading

Middleton's
A MAD WORLD, MY MASTERS.

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Tears for Fears MAD WORLD comes on the radio as I fall out of my(self)and death guts my world whilst reading  A MAD WORLD, MY MASTERS.

"Tis a mad world (my masters) and in sadnes / I travail'd madly in these dayes of madnes."

"All around me are familiar faces
Worn out places, worn out faces
Bright and early for their daily races
Going nowhere, going nowhere
Their tears are filling up their glasses
No expression, no expression
Hide my head I want to drown my sorrow
No tomorrow, no tomorrow."