Good morning sir, how are you today?
The same dialogue spoken each day.
My thoughts I arrange…
…I am not deranged.
Mad as a March hare, how they describe me.

We sit together on the wood bench.
Our conversations become entrenched.
They say I’m kooky…
…some say I’m spooky.
A lunatic knows, when they are crazy.

Staring at the hole, mind over matter.
Push you in and go, I’m a mad hatter.
The people I singed…
…I never have cringed.
Lock me away, as I cannot stop.

Thank you your honor, for my confusion.
A ward of the state, my institution.
I knew what I did…
…a great acting bid.
Voices from within, a racket unglued.