When mAd men get freed

patience my scattered mind no more plead
from this golden cage soon you shall be freed
i'll let you loose to paint the town red
while father lays ignorant in his bed
to scavenge on wine and let reality unwind
feed to you everything my hands can find
from pages of byron to satins of sirens
from spillings of shelley to milton by tenny
to abuse the worth of every single penny
nothing shall be once but always in many
you'll get your bloody share
of new souls you can tear
and then you ask me unfair
to say you werent there
soon you'll be allowed to be
every bird and every bee
to trod on through your own disease
the inability to ever please
yet how you rejoice in your pleasures vile
and to think you thought sylvia senile
and then the days you hungrily devour
the mad man who died in baltimore
then you lust for another's skin
this thirst you call an aesthetic sin
no rest you seek for your body's weak
in every bird you dip your beak
as every breath from you is shrewdly gazumped
your too busy sucking on Athena's thumb
and when they say he's everything but a success
you quote" the palace of wisdom lays on the path of excess" ....