Once A Month Poem by Phil Soar

There's a time each month when madness takes my hand
I trundle through each day without remorse
I do things that I do not understand
And sometimes I just fart with random force

The way I play the game of life at times
Can subsequently seem to change my mood
I write some nonsense in my poems lines
And use words that others find are rude

Yet being 'Mad' has led my mind astray
It wanders off to 'who knows where' sometimes
And when the men in white coats come my way
I'm prone to mention them in many rhymes

Asylum beds are not what they might seem
While lumps resembling hands are sometimes there
It makes it hard to lie in bed and dream
With fingers running nightly through my hair

But I look forward to these monthly bouts
Of deep anxiety and funny traits
Where I can stand beside my bed and shout
While staring out the window at the gates

So once a month the doctor visits me
To see what kind of mood I'm in that day
Decides what medication sets me free
And stops the thoughts that make me run away