The Mob - April 28, 2001

The Mob
(c) April 28, 2001

I'm on the edge of madness
and there's nothing I can do
somethings crawling in my head
causing chaos through and through

Surely it's my fault
with my appetite for thought
once the wheels start turning
only sleep will make it stop

The masses start their chanting
none of it makes sense
the angry mob gets louder
their voices thick and dense

When they come to visit
torment is all they bring
they yell and talk so loud
my ears can only ring

I'm sure they know I'm in here
why else would they come
perhaps they wish to trick me
they must think I'm dumb

I always stand my ground
and hear them as they cry
I'll just stay right here on watch
until I fugure why

by Ricky D. McKean

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