I sit in a chair,
In a room with no flair.
That room was bare,
And stale was the air.
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What a brilliantly not insane poem about not really being insane. Insanity knows no boundary, we can't hook it in poetry but we can prevent it. Smiling at you, as insane as the next poet I never met...
Wow, thats intense, never knew you were such a poet. but you are sitting right next to me, am i insane? ツ