Best Poem of M. Scott Cooper

Everyone's a mad man, no one's really here at all
if anyone would stop and listen, I don't think they'd wanna stick around
there's a devious joker with a wild and painted face
a grin that'd be haunting if it wasn't so plain
a shriek marching slowly from his mouth, crawling deeper into your mind
relentless it hops . . .
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Alabaster, Crimson, Rosenthal, Alakazam
traveled slowly under the washed out, sandy moon hung overhead
one spoke kindly, one spoke madly
the other two didn't speak at all
traveling slowly under the dark and lazy sun hung on the wall
the towering pyramids of dunes built from waterfalls of sand
raining from . . .
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