Speak sir your hair is crazy
Shout ma'am it isn't that hard
Cry out my love as the lamb hangs
Beg, scream, whisper
whatever you do
don't stop moving
verbal words abuse them and use them
read a dictionary and draw a line
In all the words you know
make sense with nothing there
show everyone what sane can look like
while you sit there locked in a white room
shake your head and sing the ABC
because the crazies get along
they all know that they're not the mad ones
it's the mice hiding in the wall
dressed in suits and speaking like dogs
expected to be treated as gods