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