Okay I need help with this, it’s not really a poem; just something I thought sounded creepy.
Well I need help with the last few lines, I don’t like the “He killed hisâ€Â, “He thought†and “He beggedâ€Â
I don’t like all the He’s in the beginning of each line, I’d like a different way to say those lines.
I was thinking of calling him “it†or “thing†lol god I don’t know.
Thanks for your time.
Fuzzy Logic:
You are having problems with my logic, most people do.
I have a new term for my logic; it is called “fuzzy logicâ€Â.
It is a logic that disturbs my psychiatrist(s), because of its cold, hard simplicity.
It is not filled with “what ifâ€Â, but with “what isâ€Â.
They too can not deny its truthfulness, its perfection; it terrorized them.
Though I’m not a danger to society; they pray and hope no one else thinks like I do.
For if they did, societies would turn in on its self; a new kind of chaos would consume man kind.
I have driven one of my psychiatrists mad; the poor soul.
He killed his entire family, dared to ask me the meaning of life, the universe and everything in it.
He thought I didn’t know, because he didn’t; I told him.
He begged me to take it back, I could not; he killed himself.
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