“I’m the magic man!”

Insatiable insanity
it crawls into his skin and makes him
thrash and shake and shout
like "magic fingers" for society
as nosy as Pinocchio
he peels his eyes wide open
pokes and prods and pries offenders
like their guts know something he don't know
Excruciatingly excitable
unendingly on edge he makes men
squirm and laugh and cuss
hysterically like in a crucible
Indefensible fidelity
he sputters pseudo-sophically
ten thousand miles a minute,
lose your last lick of reality
third person narrations,
twelve times in two seconds,
watch the edges blur around the
self proclaimed best man in town.