Poems of The Criminally Insane

My Jell-O is red,
And I enjoy puzzles,
But I would eat your f*cking face
If it wasn’t for this muzzle,
 
I'm always strapped down,
So I pretend my bed is a ship,
They call me a cannibal,
But I only ate the tips,
 
I have four padded walls,
Because I’m an insane asylum resident,
Is it because I have 100 hundred imaginary friends,
Or that I claim I’m the president,
 
I sleep 14 hours a day,
And take pills to keep stable,
Just because I killed my family,
And displayed their heads on the table,
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