1 my poem: going insane

When the clone eats a brain

she no longer seems sane.

Echo clear in the rain,

but her tone screams with blame

Trying to show extreme pain

but joke it was funny, and lame.

Then disco feeds the flame

watching through a window at three am. It's late

And lonely, a reason she forsakes

and floats during a sweet day.

A ghost repeating her ways.

So go be insane!