MAD

Here’s a last toast to those who confused opening their minds with losing their brains. The hinges snapped, and the power of thought was vacuum-sucked out into the void. They groom one another, these test-tube chimps as they ride rockets into outer space.

Here’s a stiff drink for the human race tripping over their own legs, and let’s not forget in fear of losing their minds those who hugged their heads so tight they folded their skulls and squashed their brains and the litmus test declares these folk ‘sane’.

Here’s to the age where truth is a blood diamond hoarded by prospectors and gold-diggers who tell you the prospects don’t look good whilst holding the treasure behind their backs.

Here’s to the age where the Cynic is God dancing upon his rock, who prefers to explain why the world burns rather than fetch it some water to drink.

Here’s to the hammering preacher who talks of freedom, but given the chance, is quick to refrain from lifting a finger to split the chains.

Here’s a final fond and farewell toast to those shouting sheep at their own reflections, they’ve all fled to their desert islands and elected themselves king.

Knock back your drink quick and never forget, that only a pile of lonely bones sits on the seat of a madman’s throne.

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