Sad Sacks and Sociopaths

Sad Sacks and Sociopaths

The romance of assonance

and the constant consonance

of kooks; truly the sounds

of love and madness.

The saddest are the young

girls and old men

and the soci-ist

are the teen aged boys

and battered housewives

machine guns and knives

poised for attack.

Having been both

and neither at one time

or another depending

on the presence

or absence of a lover,

or was it my mother?

It’s so hard to remember,

and hard to say

what was right, wrong

and everything between

hello and so long.

Here we go round

the lithium tree

the lithium tree

the lithium tree,

Did you notice

there were three?

I once was tossed but now I’m bound

and held in the pleasant white room

where a sweet woman comes

to visit me at noon and bring me more

pills and tales of woe.

I don’t think she’s happy
but these restraints

won’t let me ease her pain.

So sad

so sad;

oh well!

Here we go round

the lithium tree

the lithium tr…