I went to see my GP. And I said
“I'm scared of lapels
Doctor”
He said “ok just calm
down
You've a touch of
cholera”
I went to see my GP. And I said
“I'm scared of lapels
Doctor”
He said “ok just calm
down
You've a touch of
cholera”
Do you suffer from Low Self Esteem?
Well that’s what
Support groups are for
We meet every Thursday
at 7 PM.
“Doctor please help me?
I have a ringing in my
ears"
He replied “if they
ask for me
Tell them I’m not
here”
My mate was so depressed
In fact, he was
suicidal
But he wasn’t dynamic
In fact, he was bloody
idle
So, I took care of him
As a true friend never
quits
I pushed him under a
train
He was chuffed to bits
I was driving to work this morning
It was just as the day
was dawning
And I noticed a parked-up
AA van
And next to it was a
crying man
But properly weeping
and wailing
Down on his knees with
arms flailing
I just shook my head
with a frown
I knew he was headed
for a breakdown
Atmospheric Eric
An evangelical cleric
Was highly esoteric
And was quite mesmeric
But the atmospheric
cleric
Was prone to the
hysteric
And like his father Derek
Became a bedlam cleric
I’ve always been paranoid
That I will admit
And for many years
I’ve been getting help
with it
Now to a life of deafness
I have been condemned
And I know people talk
about me
But now I can’t hear
them
They call me Epping
Coz I’m not the full shilling
They call me Epping
Coz I’m just past Barking
I've noticed that there is a fine line
Between genius and
insanity
And also, that
artificial intelligence
Is no match for
natural stupidity
I've learned that I don't suffer
From insanity, I enjoy
it
And perhaps not
surprisingly
No body actually gives
a shit
For years I have suffered
At the
hands of depression
I’m not
alone in my suffering
Many
others have this affliction
Winston
Churchill had a name for it
“Black
dog” he named his
I’ve come
to think of mine
As anger
without enthusiasm
I find at times life gets me down a bit
And I get depressed I
must admit
I’m not the only one
that is sometimes down
And I try to make a
smile out of a frown
But lately my mood had
been very black
And I knew I must try
to get my life back
I thought the
Samaritans can help if anyone can
So, I called and got a
call centre in Pakistan
I explained that I called them for my survival
because I was low, and I was feeling suicidal
I was surprised at their response to my blues
Because they were very
excited at my news
And they proceeded to
try and ascertain
If I could drive a
truck or fly a plane
I suffer from kleptomania
I have to admit
But when it gets
bad,
I take something
for it
If you keep randomly shouting out
“Broccoli” or “Cauliflower”
Have no regrets
It’s not something you can’t really help
Because it just means
You suffer from florets
I suffer from kleptomania
I have to admit
But when it gets bad,
I take something for it
I was once diagnosed with
Antisocial
behavior disorder,
So
I joined a support group
But
we never meet to be fair
There is a short circuit
In
the wiring of my brain
Which
torments me until
I
have Equilibrium again
But
I’m unravelling
Like
a ball of twine
An
unwilling victim
Of
my malicious mind
Medication
will help
To
redress my rationality
But
it dulls the knife edge
Of
my personality
Why did the chicken not cross the road
And
choose instead to commit suicide?
It
seems to me to be the wrong approach
If
he just wanted to get to the other side
I cannot believe that my
Next
door neighbour
Is
a self-harmer
She's
so vile there
Must
be queue of people
Willing
to do it for her
I got into trouble for telling
A
self-harming joke
I
know self-harm isn’t funny
But
I’m a funny bloke
So,
I won’t beat myself up
Because
it was just a joke