Not me . .
Heaps of papers testify
Sad sonnets
Striking
Straight and laced
Assuming submissive posture

No doves of pity please
Sadness was punished
Along with it’s function to discourage

I suppose madness is my normal
My fitting habitat
My rational animal
My aging suitor

‘Can I trust you‘ – Madness asked
I replied – ‘Surely, the bond between us is chemical’

You are my grateful kidney
My lawful loveless bed
My promiscuous silence
And the sanest part in my head

My madding normal