You'Re Mad Too!

I'm the person you don't want to cross You deem me as gross You always find a way to get rid of me You erect your fingers towards me Let me be the times I roam naked! So what if my restaurant is your dump site? I am a stock of your mockery Sometimes I play by your shots Other times I want to send you to your mortuary You say I am mad No! I have just chosen not To be a slave of your civilisation You 'normal' beings are mere products Of what my fellow mad men have laid down for you Didn't you called the first man to bath, mad? Shame on you! Today, you need it bad You are the ghost standing on my definition of civilisation You major in whatever poisons my ideology You chain me! You dose me with bitter potions Don't you know that you provoke the Creator The times you drag me to church? In my definition, you are mad too!