Cartoon crazy

No one knows how the thoughts spin inside.
The jumbled sweet confectionery of ideas.
You want to seep my colour away. Press me into your own imaginings.
Avoid my seriousization if you must, but this well is deep.
These limbs can buck, bend and break; yet I can contort to what you wish.
I bleed too you know. A Fact you sometimes forget.
I can be the most spineless to prop up your happiness.
Kissing your feet while you wash your hands clean.
But my screen will flicker to life, the roar of sound and fury.
My cartoon crazy, running back and forth with renewed energy.
Spilling more ink while you try to erase me.


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