"Scribbles"

Scribbles-
These words,
These words,
These lines-
They're my scribbles:
But as far as scribbles-
These scribbles-
It just goes to show,
Not all the mad are inside: You know?

So you slide,
I slide,
We slide...

Oh, troubled soul!

And yet how I know,

I cannot disappoint those- Yes? / No?

No! No! No!

For I must remember
Like in Bedlam of old,
How they, the mad-
Were forced to wear ghost clothes...

And so like a carnival ride:

The whole world,

It slowly begins to slide...

It slides! It slides! It slides!

Proving as I've already said,

Not all the mad are only inside:

And that's not even counting

The ones that are dead...

Oh, no, no, no, no:

But-
These lines,
These lines,
These words-
Are scribbles:

My scribbles-

These scribbles-

My scribbles-

These scribbles-

Scribbles.
Scribbles.

Scribbles.