Shrinks Nancy
Nancy's Shrink, goddess,
Yes we write of life and all the strife,
and the mind ferrets,will want to know today,
does ya hate ya momma, dadda,
was they really nasty badder,
or did ya personality,
really blossom just this way?
Could we earn anudder dollar,
could we squeeze out, a little holler,
cos me gambling has dropped me cheque book,
lotsa smaller, this i say,
an i really need the money,
anyway:)
So ya worried that ya crazy,
but like me, ya mostly sane,
an ya thoughts a little hazy,
but ya really feel ok,
so take a look in the mirror,
and tell the bugger, coming nearer,
that its really got indigestion,
needs another hugger, yes today,
and sanity is not the poets way,
inspirations dog is yapping,
and the sparrows ever tapping,
birds are flopping flapping,
poor ole johnson's yapping
inner sanity is how the poet plays...
Don Johnson
Vienna,
The loon's in tune with the largest moon,
entertainment, hopes arising,
insanitys voice does sweetly croon,
her words so hypnotising,
a loon sometimes surprising:)
this poet thing is normal,
looney tunes installed, worm in all,
the rattle of the brain box,
mystifying in its way,
no need to bloody worry ,
just suck upon ya curry,
poetic lunatics are bloody here to stay...
Tony mate,
How i see it little mate,
who am i to gesticulate:)
using both sides of the brain,
ricocheting thoughts svelte in train,
dummy does his little trix,
sometimes seems a loonatic,
but that's the poet's price...
Copyright © Don Johnson | Year Posted 2011
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