Sanity

Sanity! Insane, go there. 
Fuck the standard.
Fuck the sane.
Insanity, now, today,
don't wait for tomorrow,
this is too important. 
If you wait, you will be forever sane,
Like me. 

I am sane.
Too sane to be writing this. 
Too sane to be having these thoughts.
Too sane in an insane world.
Job. School. Money.
Making me sane.
Well I don't want to be sane! 
Fuck sanity! 
I need to be insane to keep
my sanity. It's
the only way to live in this 
world gone mad.

When the world has gone crazy,
I am the sane one. 
When the world is sane, 
I am the sane one.
When the walls come tumbling down
and there's nowhere to run,
nowhere to hide,
I am the sane one.
I am the fucking sane one.
Always the sane one.

It's expected. 
Someone has to be the sane one,
Right?
That's what I've always thought.
And I am he.
I am the one.
Insanity beware:
I'm coming at you,
and I won't stop,
and I won't quit,
and I will have no 
mercy.

Mercy is for the sane,
and I am insane.
It's too late now,
there's no going back.
I am in the world, 
not of the world.
Of the world but not
really in the world.
Crazy talk? 
You bet. 

For I am the craziest
sane person you will
ever meet, ever know,
ever feel, ever touch,
ever think of in your
wildest dreams.
Bar none.
Or am I?
A wicked grin.
I think that says it all.

Wickedness comes with insanity.
That you cannot escape.
Not always a bad thing. 
Orders come with sanity.
You cannot escape them,
only defy them and
be ready when the Man comes
demanding the consequences
be accepted.
Sanity comes with insanity.
A matched set. 
One black,
One white,
Pawns, Queens, or Kings?
You decide. 
I know what my decision is:
The Wicked Grin.

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