That's Psychosis (Parody Of: That's Amore) Poem by Edward A. Morris

When the moon hits your brain like the swoon of cocaine, that's psychosis.
When delusions galore throw good sense out the door, that's psychosis.

Bells will ring (ding-a-ling-a-ling, wing-a-ding-a-ding!) as you string yarns together.
Eyes will roll (holy mackerel, what a sack of bull!) when your whirlwind we weather.

When you hear in your mind voices clear, stern or kind, that's psychosis.
To conceive them a sign or believe they're divine is insane...

Still it seems such a wonderful dream since you're under hypnosis.
Pardon me; you can't see, but the reasoned agree that's psychosis.