What is it?
What do you want?
Where are you taking me?
When did I get here?
How do I know your white coats are for real?
Am I real?
What did you say?
Your taking me to the nut house
What type of nuts?
I think I may be allergic to nuts
A home for mentals
For madmen like me you say
Your treatment is making me mad
Why am I wearing a white jacket?
I don’t like white
Blue suits me
Have you got it in blue?
Why am I here?
You said I was talking to myself
Why yes that is what I do@
I’m in the theatre you know
I’m a ventriloquist
They came to take me away
For practising my art
The whole world is going mad
I’m the sane one
Sitting with my hand
Up the backside
Of a talking piece of wood
Yes I’m the sane one
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem