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