Sometimes the descent
Into madness is what it is.


MELON COLLIE BABY

Sometimes I don't know what to do;
I have a dyslexic heart,
With a melon collie head.
No my mind is very clear!
At the things that it has said.
I have a dyslexic heart,
With a melon collie head.
What you think I spelt
Melon collie wrong. Do you think
My head is filled with straw,
And my heart is full of lead.
Why don't you listen to me!
No my skin isn't turning blue,
Can't you see it's turning red.
Oh can't you see it's you that's ANGRY
NOT ME, NOT ME.
NOOO I'm not in a melancholy mood,
No don't take me to my room not again.
Not again, Don't strap me down.
To this filthy bed can't you see.
There's nothing wrong with me,
I have a melon collie brain;
With a dyslexic heart.
Why won't you listen to what I said,
Nooo not the bit between my teeth,
I'll be good I'll be good.
Not the electrodes on my head,
The melon collie in me just yelped;
As my heart just turned to lead.
They killed my melon collie,
That day: They think I'm cured.
I listen to what they said,
Now all I need is a drill;
To get that melon collie out;
Off my tiny little head.
It's got to be done,
I'll go ask Napoleon If he has one.
NAPOLEON CAN I BORROW YOUR DRILL..........



Poetry by Alan J Ripley The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2021-10-21 at 00:05

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