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