Madness Purports

Madness
Supports
Factions
Of
Fractal
Worry
Girl
IN
A
Box
Midnight
Liar
I set
To
Spell
Out
What the world
Failed
To
Smell
Homely - half
Your past is requisite
Admit to stumble
Madness Purports

Exit

Exit
Bodies
Enter
Rotting
Democracy
Dark profiteers
Fill
Our children's minds
With promises of
Happiness
And
Satisfaction
Only
To produce more
Bullshit
In a box
And sell it, market it
As the thing that
Everyone needs in order
To be a Complete
Being

One Box

The doorbell rang. I opened the door. A girl was selling cookies. I asked her how much. She said six dollars a box. I told her I'm not exactly John Rockefeller or Andrew Carnegie.

She looked dumbfounded. I purchased one box.

Bury Me

Bury me. Bury me. Confine me. Come find me in a box. Underneath salted earth; with happy ideals and reign over vanity. Greedy lust I cannot desire. No, no longer. Sweet oxygen remains on my side. Deplorable sentience is the very state that furls my skin. Initiation into madness and sin is what caused mine tongue to mute archaic wisdom. Confine me yet. For my consciousness has not fallen prey to disease or decay. Biological tragedy describes thee; me. Bury me here then now. What concern is it of your lord? Confine your conscience, consciously. Then maybe you will meet the one and only, yes only, maker. Further description is not required. No. Come find me in my box. Humanity's transmigration shall continue as ordered.