the beast of blues

not so good these days
much better at
pulsating personality
much better at my rants
rave on and hope for no flashbacks
take me tight in the mother's arms
hope I don't cry
look up
above
avoid the curse of
wash and disrobe
while I am carried high
hoping to be quiet
I know I can't stop
talk on and on
talk until
still no one shuts me up
evil is as evil does
pentacostal fear of scream
I don't even like Frasier Crane