I'M Not Insane
I keep getting mixed up with this man called Insane,
People mistake me for him which is a pain.
Like I went to a club dressed in my underpants and shoes
They told me “The Gothic” is down the road this is the blues.
Dresses like that you must be Insane?
Well to tell you all that ain’t my name.
When I went to America on holiday
There I was singing away
Bomb bay bay bomb bomb bomb
Customs arrest me as if I did something wrong
They said to me “You either a terrorist or you Insane
So I shouted at them “That's' not my bloody name.”
Well you know ten years in Guantanamo Bay
Is the longest most uncomfortable over stay,
I soon adopted this character’s name, Insane
Before you know it I was flying home on a plane
But between you and me I am not Insane
Just read my other poems, you’ll see my real name.
© 2000
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