THE FORGOTTEN STORIES

  I see General Madness cracking open, He oozes out as a pulp from a laceration, He flows down the streets to places and people unknown. He would crawl up new landings  and conquers them like he did to mine years ago. Some years back, he invaded my city of Head, Which was on the verge of destruction by the civil war, Between the groups of experiences and sorrows. When General Madness came, the two creepy groups united, made him their leader. For years I carried a nuclear explosion in my head. He was indifferent to the curves of my cursive letters, And produced scribbles of a toddler, sending out misinformation. He conducted minor explosions,  assuring the solidarity of other inmates of my Land. But most times, Capt. Heart from the left quarters was a rebel, He filed verbal and written complaints in vain. He persuaded the Lady Mouth  to utter things unknown and uncouth. She seemed an elegant lady outside, with a smile, she was confident of, Her son was Sir Gland who ran a liquid factory