Insanity is the greates gift
God has bequethed to me
I care no longer for mortal world
or sun or moon or stars
Here is tree and here is hill
these things I understand
But these people and their problems
make my head swim sore
so when God bid me 'lose the plot'
I willingly obliged
and now in my house I live alone
with characters you shall never know
while far away from my little land
you people go insane
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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