What is wisdom but the ramblings of a madman?
His sense left him long ago.
That much is clear.
Yet he speaks and it sounds like poetry.
Are insanity and the artist inextricably bound?
“You’re everything and you’re nothing at all.”
“Love is a martyr,” he says.
Now the Family is going green.
But why does he care
About a planet that hates him?
Protecting the weather for America’s youth.
Or was it Europe’s? Or the United States’?
Or are they all one and the same?
Yeah, that’s it.
It’s, like, the world, man.