People think that I have a sick and twisted brain.
They think that when I tell them that I'm Justin Sane.
When I tell people my name, they think that I've lost my sanity.
Everybody thinks that I'm a serious threat to humanity.
Employers never hire me, I can't get any work.
They won't hire me because they think I'll go berzerk.
Nobody believes me when I tell them that I'm just as sane as Freud.
I live in a cardboard box and believe me when I say that I'm annoyed.
People won't even let me in homeless shelters to get some food.
I'm going to break my foot off in their asses for being stupid and rude.
I'm tired of taking people's BS, it's too much for me to sustain.
The only way that I'll get any respect is if I change my damn name!
(This is a fictional poem.)