weirdI was not filled with the slime
that some folks delight to churn out,
bad lines falling like rain,
till I winch with the pain,
and I forget what is good - o the doubt!
Bleach, bleach for my brain,
to remove all the shadows and pain -
I long to suspend disbelief
and enjoy without grief
where the stories make sense once again.
I read something more dangerous to read than the King in Yellow! Quick, the brain bleach before my mind rots.
