Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Oct 2013
Boy the mad man is mean
          ain't he, ha?
The mad man mad with
          unfair things, no?
******* the mad man
          gon' get hit, na.
******* the mad man
          man he's mad, huh?

I think you will like it
          the mad man.
He gets mad 'nd tell it
          how it is.
He howls at the moon
          crazy like wolves.
Snarls and grunts, the
          ripping of the flesh.
Flesh rots, smells, becomes
          like the mad man.
Old, cold, forgotten:
          crazy like wolves.
The mad man.
X A V I E R
Written by
X A V I E R  29/M/New York, New York
(29/M/New York, New York)   
661
   TJ Chiang
Please log in to view and add comments on poems