If I Were Looney
On the bus I pass by a building
We refer to as the looney bin
I can’t help but be looking
I see patients that aren’t locked in
They hang out catching a ray of sun
While smoking with an air of chagrin
They never look like they’re having fun
I think if I were in the looney ward
I’d want to escape the blah phenomenon
I’d want to pretend I won some big award
For being crazy happy with no reason
And I’d be laughing all day as my reward
They could accuse me of flaming treason
I wouldn’t care I’d be spreading christmas joy
No matter what the time or season
In the looney bin I’d whop it up like a real McCoy
AP: 3rd place 2020
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