Old DK is mad again
You can tell by the cute nickname
The third-person reference
But mostly by the pompous word for mental illness

Answered prayers provoke tears
As when I an avowed atheist
Prayed for madness
And the madness came

How can you be so fucking stupid
Note the second-person address
As to invite suffering like that
An obvious insensitivity to suffering

Because certain artists I admire
Were crazy people
Never mind the Keatses Dickinsons and Shakespeares
There is glamour I supposed in the lunatic effusion

And I have yearned for power
Such as is mythologized in the Satanic pact
Which will not be revoked
When you tire of it

Why do I publish these putrid stomach contents
Because I am stupid bad and insane
So that somebody says There there you’re not that bad
Only stupid and insane

The gentle rain falls upon the earth
Or the healing sunshine
Gleams on the faces of children
In my weakness I do not face these truths