Career Change

She asked me have I ever thought about suicide.
I told her only when I was wrapped in the delusion of happiness.

She looked to me as if I were insane then simply left like all the rest.

Clearly my new found insanity was working to its fullest potential.

I was crazy minus the papers.
Madness without a degree.

If only I took my role more serious and not minored in womanizing and alcoholism.

Maybe then I could have a paycheck and been accepted by the finest asylum nearest to me.

To have shock treaments and singed balls.
Be on more pills than seventy year old man.

If only I had avoided the world of writers where I was deemed normal.

I never was all that bright to begin with.

Never claim to be crazy around a artist.

For they can show you what insanity truly is.

Maybe I should of become a politician instead.