blame

in the madhouse there are lovers,
scapegoats, bait, daydreamers, corrupted and innocents
the wardens have poison on their lips, serpent tongues and reptile eyes
the mail box is full on thursdays, instructions for the cook
there are astronauts waiting to take over the moon
we blame these fools, condemn and out of conceit
the asylum's open, visiting hours only on the thirteenth hour