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