"Do not harass the madman!"
He crawled deeper into the winding cavity, clawing desperately at its slimy squirming wall...The oxygen-mask hung helplessly on to his prespiring mouth...his mouth, the putrid rim of a century-old bottle of vinegar. He retched several times...Several times he had to quiten his heart as a silent scream burst out from within, on feeling a sudden terrifying pull at his booted feet...The feet were but ensnarled in a mesh of leathery cords.Yet the clip! clop! of the menacing scalpels continued, scavenging through the crimson marshland- a glistering set of earnest gardeners out on an 'extermination spree'...Out with all cheeky rodents!
The sudden smell of alien air had startled him...he had re-coiled without knowing why.
Yet he had been pushed out...pushed out in struggles of rythymic breaths..."Push! Push!" He heard them chant...and pushed out he was.
There were party-hats and confetti bursts, blaring music and dance...and all this, interspersed by misplaced soppy kisses dealt with a hilarious cordiality that is the pride of all overtly-sober minds!
His journey had begun- first, a spirited wide-eyed sprint...then, a more tedious uphill climb...and finally, a cynical stroll on all fours....And they called him a 'madman'.
He stood at street corners, proclaiming that the earth is round...He promised that men could fly...He shouted himself hoarse tring to persuade marching men in arms to buy his potted plants...He wrote on peeling paint- 'love is what makes the world go around'.
And they called him a 'madman'.
Pelted with stones, bruised with malevolent kicks, beleaguered by fist-blows, he scrambled back...Up! Up! Into the winding cavity he crawled....
"Do not harass the madman!" He shrieked!
Yet the scalpels followed him...hot on his heels, sensing him out, smacking its lips in gastrnomical delight.....Aha!
Deeper and deeper he pushed himself, "Push!" "Push!", He egged himself on....
The womb quivered with the chilling desperation of his silent prayers...."Do not harass the madman!"
