• This poem is for the new prodigy Mozart
    You let your emotions get decapitated
    Now your painting his art
    You've never been so actuated
    He tells you there's nothing in this world to gain
    Your just so temperamental
    He thinks your the greatest pain
    You think this is your sin he says you shouldn't be so
    sentimental
    Your thoughts just keep getting more radical
    Leading you into a very long psychosis
    You and him were made to be compadable
    Second stage of the mitosis
    His perfect Pathos
    The two Pyscohs