I spit mental disorders in my free time || poetry and prose

exordium

i stole a bottle of vodka, danced it up and ended up drinking a wingless penguin.

Maria? Who was that again?

I said I wanted a chaotic introduction, not a short one William!

Let me try again then.

What's the matter with those ivory keys?
What's the matter with that life that you lead?
Well you feel like a loner, you feel like a lonely little lamb