A poem called Strawberry

Here is a little Poem I just wrote, I shall update Surreality soon, till then enjoy this poem I think I will call;

STRAWBERRY

Madness chases away all sadness

Never have I encountered a depressed madman

Even their hair refuses to be oppressed instead questing for delight

of its own accord

Madness is it’s own reward

A soul in said present state

Cares not for public opinion as to whether they are loved or great

For them such things are not debated

Instead they wonder how purple is stated

Why apples are never congratulated

And whether beans should be educated

For madness is not a mental defect

Tis how our soul reflects

The fact that our imaginations cannot be suppressed

To a tyrants great distress

Madness shows we are blessed

Beware the corn as it gets undressed.