My dad told me that I’m daft
So I just hysterically laughed
I think then I must be going mad
Not really a lot, no just a tad
I must be going a little potty
Even eccentric or maybe dotty
When doctors act all smarmy
They really think I’m barmy
Sometimes things are a bit hazy
Obviously I’m just going crazy
Now I tell you I’m not larking
Honestly I’m just plain barking
What I’m called doesn’t matter
I’m still just mad as a hatter
When I say out loud that I’m nuts
I know the trick cyclist tuts
Now according to Siggy Freud
I’m really just being paranoid
But that doesn’t mean you see
That they’re not out to get me
And you’re never alone ha ha ha
With paranoid schizophrenia
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