poem from muse candy

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i'm bound and burn with fever,
and i beg to be delivered
to asylum,
where the stakes are driven hard.

fences are erected,
so that i might be directed,
to the candy earth
asylum in your yard.

in syrian delerium,
from a crazy maid mysterium,
comes the candy muse
i cannot overcome.

in a rubber suit i'm dying
to be driven to asylum,
with your mid-east love
repeated like a gun.

i'm bound and gag with fever,
and i beg to be delivered
to a rubber room,
where i can nurse your verse.

perfect me with rejection,
or with any wet injection,
in asylum
where your juice can make me worse.