Unsound Mind


He was leisurely strolling down the sidewalk
on a very cold and snowy winter day
Dressed only in a pink bathrobe
and slippers embossed with a floral bouquet

I ran out the house hastily
to see if the poor fellow was in need of any medical aid
He said, "Unhand me you ruffian,
I'm a leften'ant of Her Majesty's Royal Air Force 2nd Brigade"

Come to find out he had wandered off
from his nursing home half a mile west
And was unconsolably agitated
Sobbing and saying,
his deceased wife was taking too long getting dressed

I saw madness that day
in a surreal and strange way
And it haunts me still sometime
Scoffers beware
and make light if you dare
Curse of the unsound mind

She is a neighborhood fixture
a feline volatile mixture
Of fast pacing and nonsensical sound
On any given day
this is something she might say:
"I'm taking the first ship flying Centauri-bound"

She likes to draw pictures of angry blue carrots
and stick figures without any heads
She says she hates Martian-sounding parrots
and whisper she use to be a spy for the feds

There is madness in her eyes
stark-raving undisguised
And it haunts me still sometime
Scoffers beware
and make light if you dare
Curse of the unsound mind

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