On the Extreme Fringe of Lunacy…
Out of my mind,
I cannot find the rind,
The best eatin’ it does tend to be,
Forget the fruit inside; I eat the skin,
People though kinda look at me strange to my chagrin…
What meds I do take,
I in the sink do have to make,
A little bit of this and a pinch of that,
Some of the stuff off the ground I do have to rake…
My shrink does say that it’s the homemade meds,
But if I do take what is recommended by the docs,
Never will I be able to hide from my two heads,
My own medications do allow me some place to myself conceal,
Then after taking them they have a tendency to in my body congeal…
So what do you think?
Am I on the outer fringes of lunacy?
Does my clock run in reverse?
Did my little choo-choo go round the bend?
Or has my trolley done derailed…?
Someday maybe I will know and understand,
Then maybe on my lunacy I will be able to you expand…
© ed ~ 2/18/05