Crazy people have too much time on their hands
They examine the stomata on the epidermis of leaves
They examine the incisors of gerbils
They sell their souls for too cheap to the divine princess
of madness
Not knowing how much more they could get from an auction
Not knowing that Lucifer, capitalism, and consensual reality
Love to outbid one another for souls
Climbing sweatily on top of each other
Wearing disheveled suits
Waving auction paddles scavenged from dumps.
