Taxi For Philip Poem by Phil Soar

Maybe my thoughts are twisted
Perhaps my brain's unwired
Has everything turned into shit
Or am I just inspired
Where do I go, in times of woe
Is the asylum full
Without my conscious calling me
Life would be very dull
So sit with me, while I conspire
To write a little drivel
I'll try my best to be inspired
And make you smile a little
And when I try the jacket on
And they tie it up the back
I know my life's and empty shell
And there's no turning back