Crazy

Here's my account, my advice, or my depiction.
Of when it's time to trade your pet paper clip for a psychiatrist's prescription.

Now don't think I'm being nosy, or anything like that.
Your best friends could offer their advice, but they can't because they're cats.

You don't need me to tell you that it seems kind of crazy when you cut off your toenails and mail them to Patrick Swayzee.

I can't say what's up there, creeping in your head. As your left hand tries to kill you while you're sleeping in your bed.

When the grocery store's a source of food, but also good debate. With bacon, peanuts, laundry soap, and bags of purple grapes.

When your favorite sound is screaming and your automatic guns, you should trade your postered walls, for some extra padded ones.

Puppies, kittens, and hamsters are things you should admire. Not sacrifice, throw at cars, and occasionally set on fire.

You should quickly know the difference between doing wrong and doing right. Like going to a funeral and trying to pick a fight.

I hope this has convinced you even though it probably won't. Because you're not crazy if you think you are, you're crazy if you don't.