The
mad man screams
Loud
in the dark morning
Talking
only he can understand
No
meaning but repetitions
With
his loud voice streaming in the night
He
makes every one wake up
For
hours listening to his gibberish
Loudly
in the dark morning
While
his parents keep silence
The
mad man talks loudly
Till
the rising sun
Two
days ago
The
neighbour's son shouted back at him
The
mad man didn't like it back then
He
began his shouting matches
It
could be a fight the way it went
Both
parents took positive steps
Both
went inside of the homes
There
was quiet for sometimes
Before
the mad man came out
In
the night to begin his mantra again
Now
he shouts a bit louder
As
if he wants to show he is the best
He
doesn't lose his voice
Maybe
his mother brews him special soup
He
uses to drink twice a week
Tormenting
the neighbours
In
the dark morning rise
We
hear the man's cock a doodle do
All
must wake up to listen to his shouting
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