Cancer size tumors of evil were discovered hiding
and the frontal lobe of his ginormous cranium
Making it nearly impossible for Clive to think
for long periods of time
As a young boy Clive Baker
had internal issues
That plagued his mental state
By the time Clive reached his teenage years
He had become a total recluse
Shying away from family and friends
Mumbling to himself with loud out bursts of laughter following
A laughter that was so intense it made people at times very uncomfortable
You would have instantly thought Clive escaped from an insane asylum
Although this is a temporary condition
Clive do have better days
When he is completely sane like you or I
Clive is a dapper dresser even though he is slightly disadvantaged
He has commanding good looks
Women always give him that second look
Before judging him as an asshole
He is neither of the things people say about him
He is just a boy in a mans body
He has child like abilities with strong facial features
I believe Clive can kill anybody and have no remorse
Because he is so fucked up in the head
He is creepy yet aggressive
Clive is the type of crazy you try to avoid
By walking on the opposite side of the street
Knowing at any giving time this crazy mutha fucka could snap
I was mumbling to myself as I awakened
The bed was wet with anticipation
My vision was a little blurry but my focus was that of a game hunter
I knew that something was different about me
I wasn\'t me
When I got up to look in the mirror I saw him
That\'s an evil mutha fucka I told myself
Clive I said to my altar ego friend
You bastard
You lead me on for years
If I never looked in the mirror
I wouldn\'t know what the
Devil ever looked like
I wish I was born like a normal little boy
Played kid games
Enjoyed living my life like others
But I can\'t with this fucked up brain of mines
I can\'t even have normal dreams