Leaving the sanehouse
and entering the mad world
With my friends hands in my pockets
and my trousers a bird.
I'm wired, fired,
hired and tired,
shocked as a rock
by the tick
lacking its tock.
And I have no clock
to tell me the time,
and I have no wallet
to gimme a dime.
My shoes are out walking
forgot to pick up my feet
My thoughts giving head
to a plastic prick in my bed
and the dog is walking the cat
and the parrot packing the rat
the hooker is packing the crook
and slamming it into a book
It's surely a mad planet yea
completely out to sea
Submission Name: Mad Planet
