I kinda think the way my luck is going
Once somebody publishes my writing
They will lock me away in the asylum
For not conforming with a healthy smile

You ask whether I'm slowly going crazy
Well not to admit it would only be denial
On the bright side, if locked away awhile
Just maybe they'll let me keep on writing

And as they slam the locked door shut
Someone will likely swallow the only key
But hey, if so many are out to get me
I will gladly face the situation with glee

So go ahead and pour that cup of coffee
And buy a few more gallons of gasoline
With a pen in my hand and a cup of tea
Off in isolation, I will have never felt so free

I kinda think the way my luck is going
Once somebody publishes my writing
They will lock me away in the asylum
For not conforming with a healthy smile

When everything else can be called insane
Does the term itself any longer have worth
Further and further beyond the day of birth
More infected every corner of planet Earth

Madness gladly shines his controlling grin
Onto every drop of water and ounce of dirt
With immeasurable power does he convert
Can I be blamed for feeling down and hurt

I can't help but live in the era I was born in
It's the one choice that really wasn't mine
So please my point of view do not malign
For not conforming with a healthy smile

- 11/28/07

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