He had a crazy minded gleam in his eyes, although this comes as no surprise,
He was mad and sad, a terrible concoction, deranged little man, addicted to self destruction.
Couldn't find any help, although he was unsure he wanted any,
How could he save himself, when he can hardly save a penny?
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An Amalgamation of Words
PoetryI'm almost as bad at writing descriptions as I am at writing poems, but at least I tried. Sharing my inner turmoil, one poorly worded sentence at a time.
