Madness: a form of love (free edition) by Max J. Lewy - HTML preview

Shrinking Between The Lines

Yes, Doctor, I'm doing very well;

Please don't give me those pills,

That send me straight to hell.

(You are not the man to cure my ills.)

Yes, Doctor, I'm going out a lot,

Don't put me in one of those rooms,

Where they feed you through a slot.

(When I come here I smell doom.)

No, Doctor, I am not 'seeing things' ,

And, I would never consider praying.

I don't believe in angels on wings,

(I try not to see anything at all.)

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Of course, Doctor, you are a man of the mind,

(You're so sharp you could have diagnosed

Leonardo Da Vinci With ADHD, imagine what

He would have achieved on 'adequate doses'...)

But *ahem* forgive me, Doctor..

(All you ever do is talk about my boner.)

All of histories heroes you've yet to find.

(...Have you even read your Homer ?)

((No, I don't mean the people who's testicles you used to

electrocute.))