Trademarks Poem by Tony Adah

Madness makes you scruffy
Converse with yourself like a rumbling tummy
It makes you one bad apple out of a lot
And takes you back to where you just passed
A stumble that's a free fall
From a single knee jerk
Where laughter and soliloquies are trademarks
Never will you have any other occupation
Than tilting at windmills with broken tongues
And fractured brain
On a quotidian swing and songs
And drums of madness.