This madness is infectious,
all kinds of it, mixed up in a huge jug,
pouring out of the edge.
Bubbles are coming out,
not beautiful as in common sense,
but more like a joke told by kids.
A house made of iron and painted all black,with no windows and not much air,
people are becoming mad.
People are becoming mad,
Mad is becoming people,
not mad, not people.
"People are becoming mad..."
"Quoi?"
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