“Certified”

         Certifiably crazy, am I?

         As told me by my doctor,

         Just cause I enjoy gore,

       They want to lock me away,

               But only till May,

     When the brides come out to play,

               No yuletide will I see,

        No Christmas turkey will I filet,

      Just the Thorazine shuffle will I perform,

     To help keep me in a more drugged form,

           But is that such a bad thing?

    Will have plenty of time to write & play with my organ…

              But in May will I get out,

         Just in time to see the brides,

       All blue eyed, blow-dried, cockeyed,

           And ready to go on a joyride,

                    On the noon tide…

      May haps it would be best if I just took cyanide,

      Rather than burden the brides with my misty-eyed Passion tide that has preoccupied,

      This Jekyll & Hyde since the beginning of  wintertide…

                                                                             (ed)