Dammit I’m Mad
Evil is a deed as I live
God, am I reviled? I rise, my bed on a sun I melt.
To be not one man emanating is sad. I piss.
Alas, it is not so late. Who stops to help?
Man, it is hot. I’m in it, I tell.
I am not a devil. I level “Mad Dog”
Ah, say burning is as a defied gulp, in my halo of a mired rum tin
I erase many men. Oh, to be a man, a sin.
Is evil in a clam? In a trap?
No, it is open. On it I was stuck.
Rats peed on hope. Elsewhere dips a web.
be still if I fill its ebb.
Ew, a spider… eh? we sleep. Oh no!
deep, stark cuts saw it in one postion.
Part animal, can I live? Sin is a name.
Both, one… my names are in it. Murder? I am a fool.
A hymn I plug, defied as a sign in ruby ash.
A goddam level I lived at.
On mail let it in. I’m it.
Oh, sit in ample hot spots. Oh wet!
A lost it is alas (spi). I’d assign it a name.
Name not one bottle minus and ode by me.:
“Sir, I deliver. I’m a dog”
Evil is a deed as I live
Dammit I’m Mad

By Demetri Martin. Now try reading it backwards.

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