They’re coming to take me away…

IN a jacket that fits from the rear,

A zipper and straps I cannot get near,

Can’t get it off by myself I do fear,

IN a rubber room I will find myself, oh dear…

Seems I have spoken out a bit too much,

You know what I do say a lot and such,

I speak of the craziness I do encounter,

Mostly when I do look in the mirror,

That’s when I do see things getting clearer…

So, if I am missing for a short bit,

I guess you will know that myself I did commit,

Hopefully after realizing I am not the least insane,

They will let me use my computer to transmit,

Could it have been all that cocaine?

This really does tick me off,

Now I won’t have time to keep up on my knitting,

As they will be constantly talking to me while I am in for a fitting,

Of my classy new jacket that ties in the back,

Oh, well you have to excuse me; here comes the nurse that does the admitting…

                    © ed ~ 1/6/05