MADDMANN ENT: imagined, partly written, and typed by: King B. Rite - The Poet/Psychopath

MADDMANN ENT: imagined, partly written, and typed by: King B. Rite - The Poet/Psychopath 

It was said; I was crazy once...

It was said; I was locked away in a padded room...

It was said; I died in that padded room...

...I was buried beneath the rocks that drove me crazy...

I do not hate the rocks for driving me crazy, I do not pace back and forth.

I do not repeat my daily routine in a repetitive manner expecting a different result.

I am quite aware of my mental disorder.

Isolation is by far the solution that should have not been given to me,

My illness behavior is not a hazard to my mental health nor my physical body.

I am not a patient of virtue for I lack the procrastination of the mind's right to practice it's freedom to think freely.

The progress report states that the results of my progressive silent treatment is more than just a cold shoulder to cry on.

I am not sad, I am not let down, nor am I disappointed in the direction of regret...

...I am obviously mad, upset and agitated.

IGNORANCE

I can not be loved

I can not be missed

I can not be hated

I do not exist

I am some what of a figment

I'm sure your imagination lacks creativity.

Witness the PAIN you have caused

Look at all the hurt you have inflicted

My artistic point of views are no longer in use in front of you, I perfectly understand that you lack the ability to cope with "HIGH HOPE".

...coincidence that the definition of an understatement can be portrayed and took likely to allow a misunderstanding ovation to interrupt an encore. 

...under the surface of what lies beneath, the skin crawls before it walks.

So run with the idea that you have diagnosed me clinically

INSANE.

-King B. Rite

(January / 15 / 2014)