I have schizoaffective disorder. And this is some of the poems or whatever i made back when i was psychotic. I had about 90 papers filled with doodles and rhymes but then THEY went after me so i took it all and burned it in the woods. Regret that a lot.

1:
One glimpse at dusty looking shards of skull,
making your head spin, dull
There comes Zeus holding 3 dice, saying: "Can you guess what is the price for being too nice?
You guessed it, its ice, 4 all life will be nulled
and there is no way of making that halt."
You implore, "Who is at fault?
Why must our bodies return to earthly vault?"
Someone press the alt, control and delete 4 this is something i cant believe.
There must be some way to end the process, wasting perfect souls, forcing them on early rest
long before they did their best,is all this here just a test?
People born simply to build their nest, suddenly damn:Welcome, high and you are dead.

2:
Become faithful rambler unless you are busy being gambler,
In that case get rumbled by the skilfull,
slightly humbled by the shameful,
somehow you need to get full
so eat the pear or kill the bull,
if you are losing dont forget to cuss at your 2 gods of luck,
its not your fault they became ill, mad.
I know, 3 times damned equals bad,
but thats where they at, way up there,
both of them arguing, whether its fair
and who gets the major share from the cup of shame,
hands down czech the board
be 4 its 2 late to fold in the game, strangers dangling the bait in your world,
indie rekt souls, becoming bold, putting you on hold just as you got the triple roll,
now how will you pay the toll?
Maybe if you win the big game,
they will remember your name,
Its all pure luck, filling your pockets with buckets of rust,
the machines, standing around, gathering dust, looking bust
meanwhile employees are busy walking around with a frown,
like someone let them down
maybe they should glue the crown on well known loyal clown.

I have couple more. Let me know what u think anons.