Last night I could not
sleep a wink
and so they took me to the
shrink
He crossed his eyes and
pulled his beard
and said, “Oh, my, you’re
really weird.
Your days are nights and
your nights are days
You shuffle along like in a
haze
When the time comes you
are not ready
and your gait and gaze are
from steady
You dress in plaids that
number four
if you could you’d wear some
more
You laugh hysterically
with glee
but when you slap you miss
your knee
You say strange things in
public places
creating red embarrassed
faces
Your downs are up and your
ups are down
You can never seem to find
a noun
The names of your children
you forget
while remembering those
you’ve never met
You think that any word’s
sublime
as long as you can make it
rhyme
You seem to think you are
just tired
but everyone says you’ve
come unwired
The cat scan shows your
brain’s on meth
odism which is close to
death
It may just be my painful
molar
but the evidence shows you
are bi-polar.”
As I left I said to the
shrink
“This, old friend, is what
I think…
You might believe that I’m
bi-polar
but in winter it’s just
that I’m powered by solar.”
John Robert McFarland
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