The Sane
Walk along a rugged path
While god is throwing off his wrath
Sing your song of offbeat tune
And send yourself up to the moon
Cry yourself to death for spite
Scream all the day with all your might
Then, spin yourself round and round
Dizzy your head; fall to the ground
Count all the ants in the hill
Open your mouth to take your pill
Hurry up to be on time
Listen, it's seven; hear the chime
Eat your dinner; go to bed
There stands a wall; go beat your head
I could say more
But I'm bored
I'm going now
Anyhow
To meet my doom
In a room
Where I can say
Of the way
I think and feel
The unreal
I can't tell lies
To my eyes
Like some must do
To be true
If I stay here
In the rear
I must confess
I will miss
Appointments with
My psychiatrists
VCW
1966
