Fevered Mind Anthem

My brain’s on fire, a twisted hive—
It births pure nonsense, yet I’m alive!
If madness fuels this ragged breath…
Does that make me a poet? Or just death?

Some craft verse sharp as blades, refined—
I spew delirium, one-of-a-kind!
This chaos feeds my rebel veins…
Maybe that’s why the lunacy remains!

Chaos reigns supreme inside my skull,
But I’ll scream louder till the world’s full!
Let fools yell “Quit! Go get a job!”
I’ll keep scribbling my glorious punk sob!

Fevered mind!
Still tethered to the line!
Fevered mind!
This chaos is design!

Love hits once—101% proof,
I shout its raw truth, no alibi, no roof!
They sneer: “Stop this! Join banking suits!”
I’ll ink my madness in combat boots!

Chaos reigns supreme inside my skull,
But I’ll scream louder till the world’s full!
Let fools yell “Quit! Go get a job!”
I’ll keep scribbling my glorious punk sob!

Fevered mind!
Still tethered to the line!
Fevered mind!
This chaos is design!

Drivel, drivel, drivel—brain’s rotten feast,
But I’m breathing filth, not deceased!
I verse the world’s festering sore…
A poet? Damn right—and hungry for more!

Fevered mind!
Still tethered to the line!
Fevered mind!
This chaos is design!

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