Thus Spake Insanity

 You call it your beloved world

 I don't belong to it.

 I don't want to belong to it.

 I don't desire your Beauty

that confines itself to the

upper layers of your epidermis.

I don't covet your Riches

that are woven out of the threads of

your spiritual rags.

Neither do I seek your Education

that instucts you to be everything

but Yourself.

I don't long for your Love that gets

consumed in the searing flames of your fleshy fireplaces.

Nor do I crave the comfort of your Embraces

that are made of glass wool.

Your orchid eyes are fly traps and

your tears are borrowed from the scaly predators

that infest your waters.

I flee from your Religions that point sacred fingers and

create sly devices of torment; devices for torment,

by your Gods whose omnipotent gavel

awaits your misdeeds alone.

Crowns are not crafted in your workshops

(Those of nettles and prickly pears....ah! there are aplenty)

I sneer at your Laws that turn blind

at its own convenience.

The fingers that accuse you today of Infidelity

were strumming the ignited wires of a meaty instrument,

which belongs to someone else; last night.

I scoff at all your "Isms" that leave deeper wounds

than your mutilating missiles.

I shun your Security that lives

within the granite fortresses of your Phobias.

Your words I'm afraid to speak -

they would put a chameleon to shame.

"Love thy neighbour", to you means

grabbing your neighbour's partners,daughters,sons,sisters

and brothers with the clammy palms

of your Mind.

Your lexicons sell you the forbidden fruit and

you call it Knowledge.

The roads of your Respect lead to:

Old age homes,Marie Stopes', Vats, Orphanages,

dingy Smoke filled alleys littered with

broken syringes,burnt foils,holy river beds,

unholy putrid canals, gutters and railway tracks.....

Your smiles are miles away from your

Coronary artery.

You live from vacuum to vacuum and

call it Life.

You also claim to be happy or sad......

I pity your cerebral atrophy.

I'm glad for not being a part of your Universe

that lies trapped within your rusty geometry box.

'.....a rebel without a purpose;.....

a lunatic's gibberish.....senseless mutterings of

an unhinged psyche....' you and your world would

inscribe on my corporeal crypt.

I laugh at you and your band wagon.

I am an eunach by birth and

not by choice.

Atleast I could deny your skies that

you have stifled inside your closets;

could defy all your teeth and claws.

I proclaim....I have Dared !

Would You???

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