Palindrohmygod.

I like words. Always have. Probably always will. That’s why I type text messages in full sentences and wince slightly when I see someone use “your” instead of “you’re”. Or in one particularly winceful incident, “yore”. But let’s not talk about that.

Imagine the reading from my awesome-o-meter, then, when I saw this 224-word palindrome from a stand-up comedian I happen to like a fair bit, Demetri Martin:

Dammit I’m Mad
by Demetri Martin

Dammit I’m mad.
Evil is a deed as I live.
God, am I reviled? I rise, my bed on a sun, I melt.
To be not one man emanating is sad. I piss.
Alas, it is so late. Who stops to help?
Man, it is hot. I’m in it. I tell.
I am not a devil. I level “Mad Dog”.
Ah, say burning is, as a deified gulp,
In my halo of a mired rum tin.
I erase many men. Oh, to be man, a sin.
Is evil in a clam? In a trap?
No. It is open. On it I was stuck.
Rats peed on hope. Elsewhere dips a web.
Be still if I fill its ebb.
Ew, a spider… eh?
We sleep. Oh no!
Deep, stark cuts saw it in one position.
Part animal, can I live? Sin is a name.
Both, one… my names are in it.
Murder? I’m a fool.
A hymn I plug, deified as a sign in ruby ash,
A Goddam level I lived at.
On mail let it in. I’m it.
Oh, sit in ample hot spots. Oh wet!
A loss it is alas (sip). I’d assign it a name.
Name not one bottle minus an ode by me:
“Sir, I deliver. I’m a dog”
Evil is a deed as I live.
Dammit I’m mad.

Certainly beats the living crap out of “Madam, I’m Adam”. Well done, Demetri. Good bloody work. That must have taken a little while.

Nothing else to see here, folks.