I may be mad as hell,
To take anymore or not, is the question,
While flying over the Cuckoo’s nest, the test,
To be or not to be a Baird man,
Or to let it be, a Salieri,
Shall I join a dead poet’s society,
Even though it is not propriety,
And leave the quest of middle- class morality,
Amid the view of blind reality,
Or finally,
Leave the world’s delusional bag of tricks,
And escape completely, out of the matrix.