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I’ve sat here all night just trying to write
But nothing would spring from my brain
I looked in my mind and what did I find
I think that I’m slightly insane 

I’ve been unaware of things that live there 
I don’t want to go there again
What lives in my shadows is all kinds of baddoes 
And things that I cannot explain 

I don’t mean no malice to poor little Alice
Her world appears run of the mill
For here in my head donkeys dance with the dead
And Santa cooks elves in the grill

A man with one shoe tries to fly a gnu 
With a pelican sat on his head
A pig laying eggs has pogo stick legs
And she nests in an upside down shed

There’s a big old guitar that is screeching Yee Hah
As it gallops around on a horse
The horse wears a Stetson and smokes a cigar
Because he’s half cowboy, of course

And then there’s the nurse who’s driving a hearse
While wearing a Grim Reaper’s hood
The back is packed solid with tangled up bodies
Her nursing it seems isn’t good

And up in the sky where the polka dot fly
Buzzes around eating frogs
He’s clearly quite wary of what he finds scary
The tongues of the flycatcher dogs

There’s flesh coloured robots all queuing to vote
And a sheep busy mounting a cow
I know it’s absurd but a bowling ball bird
Said Arrivederci and ciao

Well that took the biscuit I just couldn’t risk it
This nonsense will have to be hurled
Into the mire of my minds icy fire
And not be unleashed on the world

But why do I try with my ink running dry
To counter my insanity
No kitten nor bunny is profound or funny...
I’ll stick with the madness in me.

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