Treasure Island

Me, Myself and I

(12 october 1974)

For can i play with madness,


Can I play with madness….


Locked up, and knocked up,

Beaten down,

A slave to the clock,

Feeling like I'm 6ft underground,

Am I to blind to see?

What is happening to me?

The workload gets on top.

I scream, and tell it to stop,

My god! I have to break free! ! !

The management, just enforce these laws,

That bug the hell out of me,

These screams in my mind,

A hollow grave they will find,

With no support from the top,

Will this madness ever stop! ! !

We all know what's best,

But no-one listens, so **** the rest,

I try to lead, to grab these tattered reins,

But no-one listens,

So everything is the same,

I don't need a key to unlock this door,

I'm gonna break down these walls,

And smash out of this mad place,

For 'Can I Play with madness'? ?

Not for long, at this rate…

Me Myself and I

Submitted: Saturday, November 10, 2012
Edited: Thursday, June 27, 2013

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  • Frank James Ryan Jr...fjr (9/30/2013 9:16:00 PM)

    Far too preachy...lacks substance.A true storyline....I see you are still obsessed with employing commas at a pandemic rate.....Find a library and allot yourself some quality time to Read your Contemporary Poets, PLEASE!
    What you are writing here is nothing but rant and as far as literary quality is concerned is anemic of every basic principle of even mediocre verse...My suggestion is that instead of using your spare time to play I.P. Stat games, that you use that time to diligently learn how to pen meritable poetry....unless you honestly feel that you have no desire to improve on your current quality of creative writing...The choice is yours and my comments are
    not meant to chastize or impune your work....The stat scamming is entirely another issue which I find foolish and self-impuning....~FjR~ (Report) Reply

  • Sj Holland (7/18/2013 8:38:00 PM)

    Ah, the work world. Insane. More so than ever before.
    I like these lines,
    ...I try to lead, to grab these tattered reins,

    But no-one listens,

    So everything is the same, ...

    Sounds a little like extended family life too, lol. (Report) Reply

  • Patricia Grantham (6/27/2013 2:42:00 PM)

    No one can play with madness for it will
    get the upper hand and overtake you.
    Unless you play the the game well and
    stay up ahead then only will you be able
    to get a foothold and get loose. Good luck! (Report) Reply

  • Abaka Blessing (11/22/2012 8:16:00 AM)

    With no support from the top,

    Will this madness ever stop! ! !
    We all know what's best,
    But no-one listens, so **** the rest
    I try to lead, to grab these tattered reins,
    But no-one listens,
    So everything is the same............................. d message was passed. good 1 (Report) Reply

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