Pity

    Pity to me the beast that pity’s.

    I feel too much and get confused.

    My head is large and heavy to hold - I have become less than a buffoon I am told

    It is the consequences that illuminate the disrepair I implement.

    Heroic I feel as I undermine my very children

    Insane I define the condition of this.

    In mad innocence I adulate myself and the things I accomplish