Why I had to run

Not that he's a mad man
But was at that moment mad
And my madness was yet unprovoked
He, was it that matched mt toes
To wail woes, I saw his fists
Flying forth like birds of prey
Time was scarce to escape the first


For it flew at an unpredictable swift
Onlookers said he was wrong
And that I was right;
BUt at his right hand was a hatchet
And refuge was not that far
'Twas then apt I test my long legs
That was why I had to run

Is true all men are on the scales of madness;
but the weight invariably is not the same. Some
are indeed 'madder' than others.Thus, in a case like
this, is more honourable to consider taking to ones legs.
Valiance is afterall shown by ones ability to turn
away from the face of danger and run away.
This is why we've got to make way often to those who
wouldn't make ways for us least they're considered fools

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good concept if u will only invest in more 'everyday' words as the 'old' words seem to have u on ur toes