All around me the world is going insane, people getting bolder and indane.
Violence throughout with no discrimination, all people lost in oblivious conversation.
Society falls apart before our very eyes, and we fail to see through the silent lies.
Told through the pages of history, that have now become a lost majesty.
Bring us our daily bread, and then choke on the toxic lead.
That you feed us through a broken spoon, but then lead us to a lost tune.
I know this poem makes no sense, but neither does this world so tense.
Our world has reach peak insanity, yet there’s still yet another calamity.
There’s always enough room, for yet another thing to go wrong in this rocky cocoon.
Maybe I’m crazy and maybe you are, but at least we can agree that for now we have traveled too far.
The world has gone insane, and you and I shall not be ever in vain.
For our lousy loath full rhymes, that mother goose would never be so benign.
She would tie us up and eat us for lunch, and then spit us out for brunch.
I forgot what I was writing a poem about, but perhaps it made the devil pout.
Nous sommes tous devenus follement en amour avec tout le monde et personne.