Diary of a Madman
Diary of a Madman
Woke up late.
Late meaning 2pm.
Thought about Jean Marie Lepen.
Ate.
Drank tea.
Worried that the tabloids were out to get me.
Do you get me?
Realised that I wasn't free.
Drank tea.
Paced up and down.
In my dressing gown.
Wore a frown.
Afraid I might drown,.
If floods hit my town.
Laughed then cried.
Like a circus clown.
Asked the I-Ching for an answer.
It told me I was a dancer.
Then scared that I had cancer.
Got a missed call.
So I got mysticall.
Afraid that in a web of satanists I will fall.
Am I sane at all?
Tomorrow work.
But still the world thinks that I shirk.
Ewan Povey