crazy for a day
Weary,weary I am so weary,
Thinking these thoughts ,
Running maniacally in my head,
Wondering,wondering,
Searching for drama where there is none,
So they say ,they must be mad.
I should sit still but I am too busy,
Doing everything,doing nothing,
I am sorry you have to make an appointment,
To hold a conversation,
Because the voices in my head,
Reserved me for the day.
Where is that cackling laughter coming from?
Good god was that really me,
Shush I think one of the voices got loose,
Quick I have to shove them back in my head
Can they really all fit ?
My head must be huge!!!
How dare you say I'm paranoid!!
Who said that?
Seriously I am not insane,
Is this strait jacket really necessary?
If I am mad why do they call you a quack?
Stumped you there didn't I ?
Surely you are not a duck ? doc!!!
Hahaha I kill me,
No ,no I am not serious it was a joke,
Seriously you ducks need to get a sense of humor,
I refuse to take these pills,
It is unanimous my friends and I agree.
If you lend me your coat,
I could be the doctor today,
I'll even let you wear my custom made jacket,
Who is to say who's crazy?
You who just sits and nods and tells me I'm ill
Surely you jest.
I can do that,
I've practiced my nodding.
But these damn pills make me drool,
So what I'll wear a bib,
Just see ,our difference is really our jackets,
So you wear mine today .