Shell Shocked
They say I'm pretty clever
That an age of talent I can lever
That I am handsome, if a little fat
Witty, solvent, a good dancer
Good in bed
Hung like an average British male
And all that
But just because I am doing ok
In the pecking order
Doesn't mean my personality isn't on the border
My Manic Depression
Is more than just an expression
Of how WONDERFULLY talented I am
It is a constantly changing mood
That makes it difficult to plan
Or be a family man
My Post Traumatic Stress Disorder
And OCD
Are not simply a desire for superficial order
They are a crippling difficulty
In dealing with the anxiety creating
Chaos of existence
Caused by an amygdala and adrenal system
That just can't cope now and then
And are always waiting
For trouble to begin
I think about DDay
Of Operation Overlord
And about what Churchill would say
He had the odd sickie
The odd day
Off
In his PJ's drinking whiskey
Crushed by a black dog
And a scotch fog
God did in fact make me funky
But he also some times puts me in a funk
I try to lead a life of discipline
A little like a monk
I should have thought we'd be over prejudice
Against the mentally ill by now
At least that's what I would have thunk
Tell that to the Mail on Sunday
As they celebrate Churchill's part in DDay
Perhaps they will apologise for all their scapegoating
But I wont hold my breath
I won't be putting my furniture in hock
To put a bet on some competitive boating
If their hypocrisy they realise
I will be in a state of complete Shell Shock
Povey 2014