I'm going mad, I'm barking, yes,

I'm cracked, I'm gone, I'm crazy.

I've lost the plot, I'm round the twist

My mind's disturbed and hazy.

I'm wacky, bonkers, buggy, daft,

Unbalanced and psychotic.

Were I not so irrational.

I'd hate to be chaotic.

But when I'm dead you all will see

Twas genius that flawed me

You'll lay bright flowers on my tomb

And wish you'd all adored me.

The End

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