Perhaps, I was born mad, insane since birth,
everyone knows I'm not right in the head,
relatively speaking, salt is my worth,
however, no one speaks what is unsaid,
as I grew older, excuses were made,
perhaps it was the drugs he took in school,
somehow, I learned enough to make the grade,
I was quiet and shy, not really cool,
when I was off my rocker, funny things
actually took place, howling at the moon,
stark naked, on the roof of my friend's house,
banished from sane people, I met my spouse,
on the eve of college graduation,
remember when I worked at the bookstore,
nobody knew I flew with giant wings,
madness came at eighteen, and then twenty,
asylum-bound at twenty-one, too soon,
despite my birthday in June, to fly south,
indeed, I found myself trapped in Memphis,
no one denied the insinuation,
sanity was for the healthy and strong,
as to my mind, I was under the floor,
no one could say I didn't know plenty,
even though, the drivel spewed from my mouth,
slobber, as an infant, ignorant, bliss,
in many ways, I knew just what was wrong,
no one believed in me, right from the start,
carry the hero by the ankle, dunk
everything but his heel in the river,
before my birth, they meant to deliver
in the hospital in Bombay, a boy
reasonable enough to keep a drunk
ten feet away, with a pole, such an art,
however smart, begs for a better toy.
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