Madness

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Madness

Rabies ain’t nothin’
but a tenant
farmer, moving

from place to place—
in fact,
it’s use to

starting from scratch
or biting
into a shack

of flesh shaded
from sun
and cold. It hauls

its sorry self from
wound
to cell to central

nerves and brain—
talk about
nerve! Never once

settling long. The
little
shit will even

make you scared
of rain—
which you begged

the heavens for
all your
live-long days,

till some stray
dog you
took in turned

mad on the swept
yard and
brought all those

paralyzed dreams
to a wagon-
load of naught.

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