I do not know why
Mad men today are not violent
It seems society has added
A feather to their cap
And madness is a great call
The surprising thing about it
Is that it takes you through
One point several times
And you never know.
I am a bat turn
Between two lives
I am cleaner than any one
I am more sane than every one
But I am straying
Drifting, If you do not
Find me home
Go to the morgue.
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