This is a psychotic poem I wrote a while back and it's from the point of view of Russia to the rest of the world. That should tell you just how crazy it is, da? Enjoy!
I am the wall that has ears,
The shadow at your feet.
I am the one you tell a secret,
I'm the one you'll never meet.
I am silent as a whisper
With the force of a million men.
I am the ghost that haunts you
But I'll never be your friend.
I can read you like a novel
And you'll never even know.
I can understand your every thought
Even those you never show.
Don't try to comprehend me,
I'm too complex to tell.
I see what you might offer.
...I'd rather go to Hell.
Your interests are pointless
Your thoughts are what I need.
So hand them over quietly
This warning you should heed.
Yes, that is pure insanity. No, this is not a reflection of my true mental state.
Como Siempre,
La Reina Escocia