In your rage,
In your haze,
You were stultified
And mollified.
In a cage,
Pierced with a gaze,
You were stultified
And mollified
Color me beige,
I’m in a daze.
I’ve multiplied,
But haven’t been qualified.
Call me a sage…
When in truth I’m lost in a cage.
I’ve lied…
And though still living, I’ve died.
Let me assuage
Your horrible phase
In which your time you bide.
Into which I’ve glimpsed and spied.
A resplendent collage…
A twisted maze.
You run and seek to hide…
Smack into a wall, senseless and stupefied.
Madness I gave
Your soul to save
Yet you defied
These gifts I supplied.
